immature
I have been. I've been immature and I've been foolish. I've been just plain childish.
But then, I've been a child. I've been young, and young people are immature and young people are foolish. I'm gonna say that this makes it okay. Have I learned? Sure. Have I become stronger? I guess. Have I become a better person? I like to think so.
Now that that's all taken care of, I can move on.
Right?
But the reality of it is that I've still got a lot of learning to do. I always will and that's okay.
My life has been good. I'm blessed in so many ways that I cannot imagine what I ever did to deserve it. Even when I'm hard on my luck anyone would consider me a lucky gal. I have someone to thank for that, but I don't do it enough.
It is my senior year of college. This is it. Come May I'll be graduating and entering the real world. Just the thought of it scares the hell out of me. I don't know that I'm ready to face the world of a full-time job, bills, and basic independent living. That is, IF I get a job and IF I have anything to my name requiring bills. There are no bills to be paid when you live out of a box under a bridge. It gets cold in Wisconsin. I hope I find a furry friend to cuddle up with on those cold winter nights. Seriously though, if you were to ask me where I'll be in 8-9 months I wouldn't have a clue and the cardboard box is probably the answer I'd give you.
This whole post seems to have taken a strange turn. It was gonna be about how silly I find myself as I read old posts. They all seems like ages ago, lifetimes ago. Mostly because they are.
But then, I've been a child. I've been young, and young people are immature and young people are foolish. I'm gonna say that this makes it okay. Have I learned? Sure. Have I become stronger? I guess. Have I become a better person? I like to think so.
Now that that's all taken care of, I can move on.
Right?
But the reality of it is that I've still got a lot of learning to do. I always will and that's okay.
My life has been good. I'm blessed in so many ways that I cannot imagine what I ever did to deserve it. Even when I'm hard on my luck anyone would consider me a lucky gal. I have someone to thank for that, but I don't do it enough.
It is my senior year of college. This is it. Come May I'll be graduating and entering the real world. Just the thought of it scares the hell out of me. I don't know that I'm ready to face the world of a full-time job, bills, and basic independent living. That is, IF I get a job and IF I have anything to my name requiring bills. There are no bills to be paid when you live out of a box under a bridge. It gets cold in Wisconsin. I hope I find a furry friend to cuddle up with on those cold winter nights. Seriously though, if you were to ask me where I'll be in 8-9 months I wouldn't have a clue and the cardboard box is probably the answer I'd give you.
This whole post seems to have taken a strange turn. It was gonna be about how silly I find myself as I read old posts. They all seems like ages ago, lifetimes ago. Mostly because they are.
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