I don't think the holiday was long enough. I know the holiday wasn't long enough.
Everyone seems stressed and unsure at this, the beginning of our final term. For some the "what are you going to do with your life" question needs to be answered with ever-increasing urgency. For others troubles with friends, love and separation are weighing on their minds. For me it's a combination of these things that are making me feel as though I'm drowning in a sea of reading already, and the final week of classes isn't even over yet!
As for the future, I think my sister-in-law put it best: "when you reach age 23 you start to feel like you're walking on a treadmill and everyone else, younger and older, are progressing without you". I'll officially climb on that treadmill in 24 days. I haven't decided how I really feel about it. Apprehensive I guess.
Basic plans are set in motion, but so many things depend on the decisions of other people that I'm concerned to say the least. I think about the alternative though, staying put, remaining on that treadmill and I don't want that to be my life. A stationary position is as mundane as the missionary one, so I guess we'd all better get used to having things 'shaken up' a little - hell, we might even enjoy it!
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Take the advice of a 23-year-old...soon to be 24...relax and do something that you're already enjoying. Who says you need to have a life plan already engraved in stone? Remember: YOU'RE ONLY 23! (almost)
I feel your impending birthday pain [mine is on Sunday]
but while the encroaching 23 may be upon, I think you have another couple years till the real fear sets in
love
sra
I should get on a treadmill, I'm feeling all bloaty.
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