Dream Offtrack

Childhood dreams. Who hasn't had one? No one that I know. Recently I've been thinking about my biggest childhood dream. I always wanted to be 16, so that I could start dating and find the right guy and be married between 19 and 20. Mostly I wanted this because I wanted to have someone to take care of me like in all the stories. I just kinda figured this is the way life is meant to be. Apparently not for me though. I am now 19, and I've only been on one date, because I asked the guy. So it certainly doesn't look my dream will be coming true. But surprisingly I'm not as opposed to this idea as I thought I would be. I need time to figure out who I am in life and college is one place where I can. I'm almost finished with applying to BYU-I and I really hope I get in. If I do then I can see what its like to live on my own without any parental figures making me do chores. See what its like to be my own person and find out who the heck I am. Let this be a fresh chapter in my life. I'll make something of myself yet, whether or not a man is part of it.

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