My current situation… a feeling of standing still. I am waiting for the future and for the promise of tomorrow. (It made sense in my mind.)
My next step academically is to enroll at university. This has been my main goal since middle school. No, since elementary school. Since I found out I didn’t want to be an artist, a writer or an astronaut. I wanted to be a medstudent.
I am, however, a bit worried about the coming years after being a student. I dread the moment when I’ll ask myself the question “What now?”.
I am chasing my future. I have been for as long as I can remember. I hope I won’t skip the ‘living in the present’-part, because I know I will be wanting to escape my past sooner or later. I am that kind of person who lays awake in the middle of the night analysing every moment of the day and cringing over every moment. Every action becomes a misstep.
I can’t decide whether I am looking forward to the future or not.