Life Rant of the Day

Another week passes by. Another week closer to graduation, to the job hunt, to the anxiety, to the unfulfilled promise. I have to say, I can't wait. As I reflect on the past two years at Texas State, I can't help but realize how much I've changed. I've become an individual, someone who firmly (as firm as I'd like to think) knows what she wants out of life. It's a pretty scary thing.

Being 23 is like being in a cannon. Ready to be launched, not knowing exactly where you will land or what condition you will be in when you finally hit the ground. But of course I hope for a soft landing or that I come out in one piece. But those are only hopes...

I hope for my dreams and I dream for what I hope. In other words, I'm screwed because I'm realist. And as much as I love for my head to be in the clouds, I know that my life will pull me limb by limb till I'm planted, if not rooted into the ground. However, hoping is good, it gives you time to think about things you would never dream possible and "hopefully" give you the courage to try and achieve it. I hope for that courage.

Until then, I prepare as if I'm going into war. I prepare emotionally, physically and mentally. Financially? Well, that's where the job comes in. But I would like to move out of state so that requires some advanced cash. My saying has been I'll go where ever the wind blows me and so I wait for that gust to thrust me out there, spinning me out of control and hopefully landing into my dreams. Because as much as I'm a realist, I am still a dreamer. And I'm HOPING to make make my dreams a reality.