When I was in the 8th grade my GRC (Gifted Resource Center) teacher Mrs. Stringer had us make a binder all about the work we had done that year and the hopes we had for our future. I had a hard time putting mine together. I was terrified of the future, terrified of change. I guess I still am a little bit.
I was reading one of the reflections and couldn't help but be a little upset. It was supposed to be a paragraph or two about where I wanted to be after high school, but (you know me) I turned it into an essay. I had so many dreams back then. I was so motivated to succeed and so competitive. I can't help but sit here and wonder where that went.
It's not like I don't want success. I guess I just formed a different idea of what success is over the years.
God'll Cut You Down
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When something tragic happens, the feelings a person has in response to it
will shift and change on a path to full acceptance and understanding.
At first I...
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