Being a teenager, your life can go almost anywhere based on a group of choices. Immediately most people minds picture which University you choose or what course to enroll in. The majority think of whether to stay in their small towns or tackle a much rougher world outside their city limits. These were all things I imagined for myself when I was younger. There was never a doubt in my mind that I would apply for WAAPA or study forensic archaeology, it never occurred to me that things between the ages of 12-17 would change me so extremely that I was unsure of my beliefs as a person, let alone of where I was headed.
We all understand the classic behavioural modifications that come around those ages, we all understand that this is a major growth period and unfortunately sometimes things go wrong in that period. Some things happened that I still can't come to terms with and suddenly that pathway that always seemed certain was no longer in sight.
The only thing to do at that point was to start again, slowly pave the way for a new beginning, when that didn't work the second fall wasn't nearly as terrifying. Things haven't worked out perfectly, but maybe one day I will look back and that will be what made me the person I could be proud of. Who knows, maybe somewhere down a path that I am able to finish I will realise that WAAPA and a student life at Murdoch was never what I wanted after all.
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