Yesterday I got accepted to BYU (yay!!) and I am so excited! But then I think about the fact that that means in 6 months I have to move out of my house, away from my family and grow up... I have no idea where i want to live, or with who? I have no clue what I should major in or if I want to serve a mission. Don't even get me started about marriage, just the word freaks me out!
And then I remember that I don't need to have it all figured out right now. in one of my favorite movies, Twilight, their valedictorian is giving her speech at graduation and she asks all of the aforementioned questions. Her response is "Who the hell knows?!" and that is exactly how I feel. So what if I don't know,so what if I get it wrong and have to change my major. That's all part of life, right?
When I look at college in that light i see that it is not a time to be 100% perfect and make the right choice every time. College is a time to grow and learn new things and meet new people. It is a time to find yourself and learn what you like. When I look at it with that mindset, I am no longer scared...I can hardly wait!!!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
5/7 of my life
Some days I wake up in areally good mood, I know it'll be a good day and most things will go my way, that happens maybe 2 days a week.
The other 5 days normally start with 6 alarms going off in 3 minute intervals, sleeping through seminary, and my hair not looking good. Those days are awful. Thos eare the days I think "I can't so this", these days all I want is to go back to sleep and when I wake up maybe I'll discover that the past 5 months have been a dream, that maybe, just maybe, you'll come back. And the worst part of those days is the reoccurring realization that that is not going to happen.
The other 5 days normally start with 6 alarms going off in 3 minute intervals, sleeping through seminary, and my hair not looking good. Those days are awful. Thos eare the days I think "I can't so this", these days all I want is to go back to sleep and when I wake up maybe I'll discover that the past 5 months have been a dream, that maybe, just maybe, you'll come back. And the worst part of those days is the reoccurring realization that that is not going to happen.
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