Doors
Heading into college, I find myself profoundly confused and bewildered. Both meaning the same thing, of course, but the "and bewildered" adds a touch of literary legitimacy, I think.
Not that a blog entry is going to be the next American novel, but I digress.
College seems to present to me an array of options so obscenely vast that I'm left feeling utterly overwhelmed.
I feel as though I have 500 doors to choose from, and only a vague idea of what is behind each. And if I more than peek at the contents of a single room, 499 doors become resolutely and obstinately jammed.
Some people seem to go through the decision process with ease. Perhaps they are people with advance knowledge of what happens to be behind door #367. Or perhaps they really only ever had their eyes on a single door, and/or perhaps one or two adjacent portals.
But I can't do that.
The decisions I make are becoming increasingly important, and at an uncomfortably rapid pace. My future may not be written in stone, but my present is being chiseled in for future reference. And I'm not sure I know what I'm going to need to be written there when all is said and done.
Not that a blog entry is going to be the next American novel, but I digress.
College seems to present to me an array of options so obscenely vast that I'm left feeling utterly overwhelmed.
I feel as though I have 500 doors to choose from, and only a vague idea of what is behind each. And if I more than peek at the contents of a single room, 499 doors become resolutely and obstinately jammed.
Some people seem to go through the decision process with ease. Perhaps they are people with advance knowledge of what happens to be behind door #367. Or perhaps they really only ever had their eyes on a single door, and/or perhaps one or two adjacent portals.
But I can't do that.
The decisions I make are becoming increasingly important, and at an uncomfortably rapid pace. My future may not be written in stone, but my present is being chiseled in for future reference. And I'm not sure I know what I'm going to need to be written there when all is said and done.
re the door you opened is the correct one, and I believe it is!
Grandma
Oh, dear! I didn't get it all on there! "Just make sure...."