What happened?????
My friend said to me last week,” You’ve matured a lot in the last year.” Have I??? That comment started to make me think about how much I have changed in the last year. Let’s see last year I graduated from college. I was so excited to finally be done with school. My sister kept telling me, “enjoy the time you have in college because it’s not all what its crack up to be once your out in the “real world”” I hate saying this but my sister was rightJ. Being a college graduate wasn’t what it was cracked up to be, I didn’t realize how much I loved school until I graduated. Once I graduated, I probably went a month looking for a job. That in it’s self was exhausting. I hate looking for a job but then thanks to my brother I got a job at Salvation Army; working with juvenile offenders. Then I went (I don’t know if you would say away) but I stopped hanging out with some of my friends for awhile. I was so confused about who I was, what I wanted to be, what I believed in; I needed some time to figure all that stuff out…it was an inside job. Then last fall things seemed like a blur…I really don’t remember anything significant happening. I started to realize I didn’t like my job. The way things were being handled was wrong; there was so much dishonesty and backstabbing it wasn’t for me. My sister was living in
Florida with her “friend” I’m so glad she dumped his ass…he was so wrong for her. Then she moved back to KC in January; that made everyone happy. My brother got married I think that really made me realize that I wasn’t a kid anymore (I’m still a little on the insideJ) and that was a slap in the face (in a good way). I realized that I’m almost 25 and that I wasn’t into all that immature-drama kid stuff anymore. I was starting to realize I was adult-scaryJ. Then after living by myself for 2yrs, I moved in with my fabulous friend Lisa. Finally I got a new job, which I hope I will like. The discontentment that I once had started to slowly fade away and I started to finally for the first time in my life know who I am, what I wanted and now I know what I believe in. Maybe with all this happening I have matured…..ummmmmm…..
Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterward. And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.—Abraham Lincoln
