So, today, it has officially been 2 months since I returned to the booming rednecktropolis that is Calgary, Alberta. This marks the end of my reprieve from “real life.” It marks the first time in my entire life where, essentially, I have no plan. I mean, ultimately I plan on going to school, and yes, I need to find a job soon, but there is no actual CONCRETE plan. Like, I can’t say “Okay, I am going to go work here…” because I have NO IDEA where I will end up working. I still don’t know how I am going to re-do my Math 30 Pure before next September which is when I want to start school. I suppose I will take it at night, after work. But how will I get there? Will I be exhausted? Can I balance both and still achieve a satisfactory grade? I will have to apply to colleges and/or universities soon. Will I be accepted? I managed to put it off for a year, thinking I would find what I wanted to do, and make it fall into place, but if anything, it seems desperate now. I feel like I’m getting old. At the same time, I feel like, why would anyone want to hire me? I’m young and unexperienced. Ugh, that sounded awful, and I really should be careful since potential employers could easily Google me and find this! I don’t want to dooce myself before I even have a job! What I mean is that, I KNOW that I have skills that could be beneficial to a company, but I don’t know how to convey that to potential employers. Worry, worry, worry. It’s all I do! Sometimes I think it’s weird how, for the most part, I’m really confident, almost to the point of cockiness (I mean, look at my site: dreamling.ca? I refer to myself as a superstar on multiple occasion? Narcissism much?), and yet when it comes to things like finding a job, and school, I become nervous and panicky and develop an inferiority complex! It’s silly. But I suppose, in general, I’m silly, so it must all work together somehow.