I am at a loss for words as I sit in the lobby of a building typing this, something that is out of my comfort zone a bit, because I’m not in the comfort of my room let alone in my hometown.
I used to think the dream was to be away from my hometown, to be off on adventures no matter whether it was a hike through some woods, a walk around a city, or on a plane (has happened few times for me) going somewhere entirely different.
I crave adventure.
I want new experiences.
And I want good memories to overshadow my awkward self that I love– but to a degree.
I used to believe I would be stuck forever in my room a shy, self-conscious (during my early teenage years) yet confident person with a desperate need to explore new opportunities and environments. Falling victim to having aspirations and hope, yet eventually with time, no matter how hard I worked or believed, fearing failure.
There is no failing.
Oprah Winfrey didn’t fail as she began her life as a talk show host, producer, actress etc. after being fired at 23 from her first reporting job.
Tina Fey didn’t fail, now a comedian and actress worked at the YMCA age 23.
Stephen King, an iconic author didn’t fail as he lived in a trailer and worked as a janitor age 24.
J.K. Rowling, (another iconic author) of the Harry Potter Series was practically homeless at the age of 28.
Vera Wang, a fashion designer known around the world didn’t design her first dress until age 40.
The late Julia child, a chef you may have noticed, inspired the movie Julie and Julia and didn’t release her first cook book until age 49.
The late Alan Rickman, was not a widely known actor until age 42 when he landed his first role after deciding to stop pursuing graphic design.
And so on and so on…
So if someone tells me I need to give up and that I’ll never amount to anything– even if that person is me at times– I remind myself of these amazing people who got their start in the middle, and many with struggles.
Everything takes time, the issue is that my time is up on making a decision in regards to college decisions.
Choosing a major, choosing an area of focus, deciding where I’ll live next year and who the hell with, let alone whether or not I want to pursue my dream of traveling despite the realization that I actually like comfort… is mind boggling.
Yes, in a sense that comfort has been ripped away over the last few days, but whose to say it hasn’t been slowly building up over the course of a year.
Also known as, the mid-college crisis.
I know it will get better, but it is incredibly frustrating to remember this as I’m being stretched thin by my own unstable comprehension.
I know I can get through these decisions everyone says not to worry about, but the time is now and plain as day that I can either try for my dream and fail a few times in the process, or I can give up all together and settle.
I’m not one for settling, I’m one for finding an alternate way around a situation so that I can make the most out of what I’ve been given to work with.
Life can be crazy, challenging, and exhausting but to write our own story we all have to go along with the ride and hope we end up somewhere amazing.