
There are days when the idea of growing up terrifies me, no... correction, it petrifies me. Graduation is right around the corner. The weeks are flying by, it feels like someone has pressed the fast forward button on the remote and I can't seem to find a way to make the weeks slow down. I can't believe that college is coming to an end, I still remember freshman year like it was just yesterday. I have developed a love-hate relationship with school, loving and hating every minute of it and I wouldn't change any second of it. Looking back on my college years I can see that I have grown so much from that scared little freshman. School used to intimidate me so much, and now I walk into school and all my classes confident, with the knowledge that I can take on whatever the professors may throw my way.
Despite this new found confidence in school, I can't seem to find it when it comes to going out into the real world. I still cower, cringe, and shudder at the idea of being done with school and graduating soon. I still sometime wish I could be like peter pan and wendy and fly off to never never land. This idea is fleeting though, it comes and goes, because while the idea of never having to grow up has been romanticized by Disney, I start to really think about it and realize how much I would miss if I spent my whole life running away from life.
Life will happen, whether you want to or not. So I've decided I am going to plant my two feet firmly on the ground and be ready to tackle whatever life throws my way.