I thought the title fitting, since a month ago I did the same thing. Time really does fly. Time to get back on track.
When I think ‘summer’ I think June/July. August conjures up the images of fall, going back to classes, leaves changing, and overall fading into winter. I can honestly say I’m not entering this month in a very promising manner. In some parts of my life I feel up, and other parts I just feel so discouraged and hopeless, like there is no end to it all. The thought of classes gets me down because I don’t feel prepared. I remember entering freshmen year of high school, nervous about the teachers, classes, new students, schedules, lockers, fitting in, getting good grades. When my senior year was here, I was terrified because I didn’t feel like I was ready for “real life,” choosing a college, choosing my major and future career. But as fast as senior year came along, my last year of college approached at warp speed.
This is sort of what I felt like when I graduated high school, and what I’m beginning to feel with the thought of my last year of college – so much hanging in the balance, it seems – a now or never moment.
(And for a more uplifting read, click here.)