I don’t really think I’ve put in much thought on growing up. As a senior barely clinging on to what’s left of high school, I came to acknowledge that I’m not a kid anymore. My friends are eighteen, I’m officially a ninang to one of my close friend’s newborn (she’s beautiful btw), I’m finally volunteering to perform without hesitation, and my parents don’t want to decide on everything for me. It’s literally a stepping stone in my life, quite frankly, I’m not sure I can handle it just yet.
I am so use to having my parents decide on everything for me. That the simple questions like “Well, where do you want to go?”, “What do you want to study?”, “What do you want to be?” I can’t even answer and will not probably answer because I’m too indecisive for my own good. I don’t know what I’m good at. I don’t know if nursing is the right career. I don’t want to think that the college that I’ll chose won’t be the college that I will love. I don’t want to know what my future holds.
I’m so indecisive. It sucks.
So now, here I am. ranting to tumblr about my deepest thoughts. Praying (and waiting) that I’ll just let God be in control. Let him lead me.