I find myself wondering a lot lately, "Where is the time going"? It is flying by and it scares me to death. I feel like my life is passing me by, and I haven't even figured out what to do with it yet. With my twenty-first birthday fast approaching, I feel as if twenty-one is the real adult age.
Kenny Chesney's song "Dont Blink" has never resonated so strongly with me as it does now. The words practically give me chills.
Don't Blink
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap
And you wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don't blink
Just might miss your babies growin' like mine did
Turning into moms and dads, next thing you know your better half
of fifty years is there in bed
And you're praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend, a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don't blink
As time has sped up in my life, blogging slowed down, like opposing ends of a spectrum. But alas, I have returned to ramble.
Sometimes I wish I could be an author. Reading has always been a favorite pastime of mine. Ever since I was a child, I would dive into books and devour them. To this day it seems I can't indulge my mind enough when it comes to stories. Anyone who knows me can vouch that I am always asking them to tell me a story. My imagination takes off soaring when I read or hear stories. I love fiction. I love nonfiction. Give me a good story and I'll give you a tiny little piece of my heart.
As a child this fascination with books made me a bit of a bookworm. In 1st grade I was moved up to a 3rd grade reading level. None of the 3rd graders liked me because I was younger than them, and well not to sound conceited, but honestly, I was also smarter than them. I used to watch Beauty and the Beast religiously. It is my favorite Disney movie, partly because I felt like I could relate to Belle. She, like I, always "had her nose stuck in a book". The other reason I love Beauty and the Beast is because it portrays a tale of love that sees beyond looks. But if I start talking about that, I will get off topic. So returning now to my topic. When Beast showed Belle the massive library and her eyes lit up, that is me LOL. Rather should I say, that is the feeling I get when I am surrounded by books.
Unfortunately I am NOT a good writer. I wish I were, for as much as I love reading it would seem like a perfect career. A person can love something, but sadly that doesn't mean they are talented enough to do what they love. My future, and what career path I want to pursue has been stressing me out ever since I was a Junior in High School. Here I am a Junior in college and not much has changed as far as choosing a career. My first two years in college were spent double majoring in English and History. That was, up until recently when I decided to completely switch tracks and become a dental hygienist. Now I find myself seriously debating whether dental hygiene is really the career for me. I have no coordination, and I am very clumsy.
One of my closest friends has always wanted to be a nurse. She was sure that she'd be either a RN or a LPN. Recently she obtained her STNA license and got hired at a nursing home. Through that experience at a nursing home she found out first hand what it meant to be a nurse, and decided that it was not for her. She is glad that she found out now instead of in two years, after graduating. I worry that her experience at the nursing home will be my experience when I go to be a dental hygienist. I am aware that this might sound slightly neurotic, but I will be the first to admit that I am kind of crazy.
You shouldn't dwell on the "What ifs" in life, but at times I find it hard not to wonder what if... What if I end up hating dental hygiene? Obviously I have a few choices to answer that question. I can suck it up and make a career out of it anyways, or I can start all over again and do who knows what. Possibly become a Paralegal?
I'm amazed that I've managed to come full circle with the whole point of this blog. That point being : Life would be so much simpler if I could be an author, or journalist. But I won't be, so I'll just have to see how life unfolds for me. At least I have faith that I will eventually figure it out.
