If there’s
one good quality about my parents I can name, it’s that they’re
not short-tempered. We can usually have calm, rational discussions
about things. Such as today when we discussed my future and, more
importantly, my career changing plans.
There was one very essential realization I came to during that near-hour-long dialogue. It was that I've let my grip on my own life slip. And for someone who promised to change their own life come this year, I’m shocked I didn’t fully know until today what I’d done to myself. I broke a promise I made not only to my parents but to myself as well.
But today, I remade that promise.
As of today, I’ve promised - to myself and my parents - to take every step possible in order to take control of my own life. I’ve set my mind to moving out by the end of this year, and I will move out by the end of this year. It’s about time I do anyway.
But I need a different starting point. I have to change my mindset from needing a life of my own to wanting it. Otherwise I don’t see myself being able to accomplish that goal. I have to actually start wanting to take my life into my own hands.
Knowing me, it’ll be anything but easy. Either way, I’m determined to finally do something about it. One of these days, I’ll have to stop relying on my parents and, what’s even more important, luck. And I should look forward to that day instead of fearing its arrival.