I sometimes find it odd that we have been taught to be able to title something before we have even fully understood what it is that we have as a whole.
At the tender age of 20 {soon to be 21} I feel as though the rest of my life is dependent on every single choice I make. Maybe not menial, daily decisions {ie: Do I order this third coffee?} But as each day speeds past, I feel as though there is this immeasurable weight pressing down on my shoulders, tapping on my cheek saying : "when are you going to make things happen?"
. . .
I once read somewhere:
"Some of the most fascinating 40 year olds I know still don't know what they want to be when they grow up."It isn't so much that I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
I know who I want to be.
Some days I need convincing that those two things will always be intrinsically tied together. But I am still trying to figure so much of it out.
I find a lot of the figuring for me comes from pianos, guitars, drums, basses, violins, strings and voices. I'm off to another show.
Peas, Luhv & figuring out,
Brieanne
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