When Does Life Start?

When we hit high school, the only thing on our minds is getting through freshman year. Of making it through weeks of long hours of study, (for the over achievers at least), exams, pop quizzes, peer pressure, and a dozen other things that keeps us occupied. Then we hit sophomore year and the question that looms before us  is, “uh, what do I want to be when I grow up?” That question is the biggest one of all. Our pathway of choice will be the one thing that takes us down through life, lead us to new people, new places, sights and sounds. Scary, isn’t it?

For some of us, college isn’t even an option. We want to enlist. Fight for the cause of American Freedom. Some of us want to just go to beauty school. Art school. Want to find that one job that takes you to the top. Then some of us want that college education, even though years 1-3, we have changed our majors 12 times. For me, it was a little of both. Some of us are that way. We plan for college all through high school, apply for scholarships, complete the FAFSA, send the applications for 6 schools the winter before that fall semester, and wait and see if we can pick something that even remotely sounds like something you want to spend $100,00 learning how to do. Then you graduate and college seems like a far off dream and you figure you will just work full time for awhile and see if anything sticks out to you. That’s what I did. Then I went to school for 9 months. Then started working again. Not until 3 1/2 years after the plans I made initially, have I figured out my niche. I am an artist. A videographer. A photographer. So now, after detouring it for a few years, I am exited about my career choice. it has taken me a long time to get where I am now, and I have had to do some “soul-searching”, so to speak. I had to find out what I loved, and what I could see myself enjoying everyday. That is definitely it. Too often, we young adults get wrapped up in  doing what we think will make the most money. Get us to the top, and then we forget about what we were passionate about at some point. My thought to you is that too many times we see people in the morning heading to their dead-end jobs, dying inside, because they forgot about their dreams.