When I was 5, I wanted to be a lion.
When I was 10, I wanted to be an astronaut/actress.
When I was 15, I wanted to be a rock star.
Now I'm 20 and I have this whole plan for my life, but there's so much more I want to do.
After I graduate college, I want to move to NYC. There, I want to find an apartment and a roommate (or 5) to split the rent. I want to get a quick job at a Starbucks or something while auditioning for Broadway shows and professional choirs. I want to give myself maybe a year to see how I do. If I land any roles or spots in a choir. If not, I'd like to go to grad school. Eventually, when I'm too old to do shows and travel, I want to open my own studio and teach voice lessons.
I think that's a pretty solid plan. I think...And I could really be successful. But, there's so much more that I want to do. Like travel the world, meet famous people, continue my education. I want to write! Life would be so amazing to live like Carrie Bradshaw. A columnist for a huge New York newspaper, living a fabulous life in the city with fashion, men, and great friends. I want that. It scares me that in two years, I actually have to go out and do this stuff. I actually have to go to NYC and live my plan instead of just talking about it. And it worries me that it won't be what I want. I worry that I won't be the person I want to be by that time. And that I won't have the security I'm used to. Or the friends. Or anything really...I'm scared that I'll fail.
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