I sit in constant worry, wishing on a star.
What I will I do that could change my life…forever?
Will I make it that far?
My mind is conflicted. Anxiety is consuming me.
Is there a possibility I would even get a degree?
Who am I? Someone who is staring death in the face
Because she is afraid of the future.
I do not want to be a disgrace.
Money is on my mind
“Pick a career that you love! Not for the money!” I am told.
But the economy is unkind
I am afraid of having a marriage like my parents, bitter and drowning in debt.
What am I supposed to do? There are too many options
I am afraid of picking the wrong one
I don’t even know where to start yet.
There is one thing I am sure of, that whatever I choose
I can work with it. I’ll make it work.
I could fall down, and want to quit, but I won’t do that.
I will get back up, and try even harder.
Maybe I’ll be a Vet, Or a Nurse, like I wanted to be when I was young
Or I could Major in Business or Computer Science, and take college level math courses that I might be bound to fail.
I want to have an exciting life. I want to live, and to see what the world has to offer.
Something will change my life.
And I will accept it.