I suppose the title is a little wrong, since it is technically the sixth, but the premise is there. I will always remember the fifth of November.
I have been having a tough time the last couple of weeks. I am scared because I don't know where my life is going, despite the fact that I seem to make a future decision every week. I have been challenged to step outside of my comfort zone, and it's not that I don't want to, but...I don't want to.
I was told today that I remind someone of themselves when they were in college. It was an eye-opening statement...you mean that I could someday be who you are? I could someday be the one that people admire and wish to be?
My belief in myself fluctuates. It is a combination of past and present things that have made me who I am, and it is something that I need to get past. I have potential. I can be something; someone amazing. It is not that I don't know this - I just don't believe it very often.
At this point it might be best for me to put off the discussion of what I will be doing and instead focus on who I will become. If I believe in me, the decision will fall in to my lap.
