Ready? Set. Go!

Here I am, jumping into my first blog post. No time to swirl ideas around, or preface the fact that I’m writing my first post and to tell you why I decided to start my very own blog. Nope, I’m just jumping right in (face) feet first. Isn’t that what our society and culture is all about?

With this being my last year in college, I can feel the pressure and standards weighing me down. I am just expected to jump out into the real world, flourish and be successful. All of these thoughts about where to live, who to live with, when to apply and what job to apply to are only a few of the things that get me all twisted up.

So… I worry. I worry about being pushed out into the real world, with no one’s hand to hold but my own. I’ve been a worry wart for as long as I can remember. Always worrying about consequences and my surroundings- most days, it’s a curse. I always used to think of myself as a fun-lover. Someone outrageous, loud, passionate and risky; however, I am seeing someone else completely different, these days. It’s shocking to those who knew me then and those who know me now. But, it’s most shocking to me. I’m not saying I don’t love staying in on the weekends, and going to bed by 10, I’m just saying it’s different.

I am working on learning that different isn’t always bad.