The last two days have been about moving.
Moving up.
My sophomore year officially ended yesterday, making me a junior. Crazy. I now am half way through college. Two more years and I'm graduating. I can only imagine how I am going to feel this time next year when I'm finishing junior year.
Moving out.
Today I moved the rest of the stuff from my dorm room to my parents' house, where I will be staying for the summer. Not excited really. It was very bittersweet. I'm glad the year is over, but I'm at that point where I don't want to be moving back home. I want to keep my freedom and not have to answer to anyone and just live my life the way I want to. Unfortunately, that is not something I can expect when I'm home. It's frustrating. Extremely frustrating.
Moving on.
This is the one "moving" I really wanted to write about. For the last two weeks, I've been trying to figure out certain aspects of my life. I've come to the realization that some things would be so much easier if I were one way or the other. If I acted or thought a certain way. I keep trying to be someone that I think people want me to be, which is exhausting. I need to make decisions for myself, do what I want to do, and not worry about how other people are seeing me. It's my life and I need to take back control of it.
I'm not entirely sure what all "moving on" entails, but I know that I need to become stronger. I need to be more comfortable with who I am and not try to hide anything about me just because I think someone might not like it. A lot of this has come from me thinking about the past. I've kind of been stuck in it lately and missing people and how things used to be. Living in the past only makes you wonder "what if?" The past is the past, you can't do anything to change it now. All you can do is move on and hope that you make the right decisions in the future.
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