Two weeks before I'm officially finished (with classes, with finals, with spring quarter, with my second year... OMG I'VE FINISHING MY SECOND YEAR) and I still don't know my summer plans. A few days ago, I was sure of myself: I was going to embark on a journey this summer to find myself and reconnect. Sometimes people get so caught up with working and achieving goals, that they forget themselves and their quality of life suffers. I think I'm still pretty young, but I know how to be a workaholic, and I'm already feeling the consequences from doing so. So this summer, I wanted to leave behind that old part of me--the part that hated going home (or even refusing to acknowledge it as home) and glorified everything associated with Davis and my newfound [seemingly] independence. I wanted to stop running away from everything that's doesn't go right, and have the courage to at least face it. The conditions to achieve that goal were perfect: I would go back home and not work, but focus on school and on strengthening my relationships with family and friends. I was so set on it...
But the possibility of an important internship has come afloat once again. Hmm. To be continued...
ps--I'm so proud of my best friend.
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