The Fuel to My Fire…
… is missing. Now ain’t that a cryin’ shame?! Now, before I go on and tell you what I mean by my fuel being missing I want you to know that this is extremely hard for me to do. Not sure why, but it’s really hard to come up with something to say, even if I know what I want to talk about. So…
I’ve lost my passion. Like… my aunt and uncle’s passion is music. And my cousin Claudia’s passion is acting. And Sierra’s passion is cooking. Mine used to be dance, but it’s not anymore. I mean, I LOVE dancing, but it’s not my passion I don’t think. As in, I’m not going to make a career out of it. And then I thought maybe law would be my career, but I’m not sure about that anymore. And I was so set on going to Vanderbilt but now… Now I don’t know what I want to do. Maybe I’ll go to a community college. Maybe I’ll go straight to Birmingham Southern or UAB or something. I just don’t know anymore.
Now I’ve been through this before, but it never gets easier anytime I go through it. I just hope that I don’t keep doing this my whole life. I mean, right now I’m really into fashion and stuff but… I just don’t think I could make a career out of that. I would really like to just find something and stick with it. I wish God would point me in the direction he wanted with my life and keep me on that track. Or maybe I just keep getting myself off track. IDK THERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS!!! I’m not good with decisions.
SHARON! I’M SO CONFUUUUSED!
