I’m scared of becoming that workaholic who does not have her priorities straight. The person who becomes overstressed from work and begins to put it before what really matters. Again, the concept of priorities, and what’s truly ‘important’ eludes me. This Thanksgiving is supposed to be a break from stress, but now I just feel like my whole future is all lined up already. I already know what’s going to happen tomorrow and the rest of the year. The scariness surrounding the unknown is no longer a problem. I’m scared of wandering off this worn down path that my parents took so much trouble to pave for me, but I’m scared of my life blowing past me.
