slow down everyone, you're moving too fast
I'm turning 22 in two days, and I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. When I started college, I thought by the time I graduated I would have an amazing job somewhere that I was passionate about. My standards have fallen a bit.. and I've realized that perhaps, maybe just getting a job should be my goal. And that finding my passion should be a goal, since I don't even know where my passion lies.
22 is really old. It's adult-esque. Time to make choices. Time to graduate college. Time to watch friends (and my boyfriend) leave and pursue their own passions.
I feel a little left out. I don't even know what I want to do, and I don't even care. It's frustrating. and relieving.
On a different note, Arizona was amazingly beautiful. But it wasn't a break in the least.
I still need a break. I feel a bit overwhelmed, and I've been prone to crying lately for miniscule (and not-so-miniscule) reasons. Easter break is still a month away.
Australia is still looking attractive...
22 is really old. It's adult-esque. Time to make choices. Time to graduate college. Time to watch friends (and my boyfriend) leave and pursue their own passions.
I feel a little left out. I don't even know what I want to do, and I don't even care. It's frustrating. and relieving.
On a different note, Arizona was amazingly beautiful. But it wasn't a break in the least.
I still need a break. I feel a bit overwhelmed, and I've been prone to crying lately for miniscule (and not-so-miniscule) reasons. Easter break is still a month away.
Australia is still looking attractive...