I write to express myself. I write to process my thoughts. I write because I desire to encourage and challenge people, change someone’s way of thinking, help others relate. I write because I love it.
I’m a college freshman. School has never been my thing, I’m the kid who struggles to get by, but it’s taught me hard work. I sprint from math and sprint towards English.
As I’m paying for college on my own I decided to live at home and attend community college for the first two years in order to work and save money. It’s not my favorite thing in the world, but my bank account thanks me. Two years rather than four years of debt will definitely be worth it in the end.
I’m constantly worrying about my future. I have no idea what I want to embark upon for the next 35 years of my life, that’s no small decision. I don’t want to be forty years old, and dread going to work everyday. Sure, it won’t always be rainbows and butterflies, in fact most days it won’t, but what I decide to do I need to be passionate about. The only thing I know is that I want to help people.
I’m the youngest of four, was homeschooled through 8th grade, an INFJ, and my biggest aspiration is to travel the world and write all about it.