It’s been awhile since I’ve made any seemingly drastic choices or life decisions. But how can life be fun if you chose not to take them?
One can breath freely knowing they’re doing what is right for them regardless of what everyone else thinks. It took me some time to figure it out, but I have made my “drastic” decision which in reality, is really no big deal.
I thought I was on my way to graduate college in May of 2018. It looks like that will be happening in the Fall of 2018 instead. My decision isn’t final, but the thought of slamming my face in books for the next year and attending to no other aspects of my being is scary.
I”m afraid I’ll graduate and have no idea who I even am.
I’ve decided to drop to three-quarter time for the next three semesters. I want more time to make money and more time to pursue creative endeavors. And be a weirdo.
I’m not sure where it will lead, but I know if I continue to accept the suppression of my creativity, I always will. Fuck that.