Possibility

2014 isn't quite as simple as my other years in high school. This is the year I graduate from high school, and the year that I plan to move away from home and finally live on my own. I know as a 17-year-old white girl I've lived a pretty comfortable and sheltered life. My dad's taken care of me, for the most part. Between laundry, keeping a roof over head, providing me with food, and providing me with emotional support, the only thing I've really done on my own is get a job.

This job was the first taste of real freedom and responsibility that I had ever gotten, and I can honestly say that I'm ready for more. I genuinely feel as though I'm ready to move on with my life and that I have the ability to live on my own. I'm not quite sure what's going to happen within the next nine months, but I think I'm ready for it.

That's why all I see is possibility. The possibility for growth, the possibility to mature and the possibility to learn how to be my own person. I think that's what everyone needs, especially at this stage in their lives. 

I mean, of course I'm scared, but that's what comes with new experiences. Anything that's going to make a real change or become a real accomplishment is genuinely terrifying at first. Really though, I'm more afraid of letting the fear get to me to the point where I let myself get held back from where I actually want to be.

I can't wait to look back at this post in nine months and just completely reevaluate everything I just said.