Recently I have been thinking about my weaknesses, especially
that now I’m an “adult” and have to face the big scary world all on my own. I’m
going to have to start doing more things for myself because soon mommy won’t be
there to make me a wholesome snack and daddy can’t kill the spiders. I have to
fight all my own battles, and though they may be small there shear number is
what frightens me. Soon there will be no one to put my clothes in the dryer so I
don’t go to work damp or hide my roku remote in my messy room forcing me to
clean it before I can watch more TV. That’s my weakness, not that I’m incapable
of cooking (because I can!) or that I melt in to a puddle of tears when I see a
cockroach, it’s that I lack determination, willpower, self-control, what every
you want to call it, I can do these things for myself I just chose not to. I realize this now, and have a year to rectify it, which my
senior year has taught me is no time at all.
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