Time moves on and I, again, am stuck in place. Small things change, but never things that matter.
They say–“they” meaning everyone–that you have to make changes happen, instead of just waiting around. And maybe if I could figure out what I actually wanted, it would make sense to try to get it. I have no clue.
One of the things I miss most about college was the constant cycle of change. New classes, new temporary jobs and internships, everything happening in chunks of 3-4 months and then, before you know it, there’s a new thing starting. It was set up that way. The rest of your life could very well be the same exact day, year after year, until you die. If that happens to me, I can say right now that I will not be content. No, I’ll be sitting there, wondering why I couldn’t figure out how to make myself happy.
I need a change. I mean a REAL change, a big change. Move to a new country, start a brand new career, go back to school for something I’ve never studies before change.
I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m tired of the way things are now.