A Planner Without A Plan
I’m almost 23 years old, and I have always had a plan. I knew what I was going to do the next day, the next week, the next month, the next year. I’ve been focused on my career and my future since I was a freshman in high school. I was going to save some money by living at home and starting with 2 years at a local community college. I was going to keep at least a 3.0 GPA and keep my grades above C-level (pun intended). After that, I was going to get into George Mason and do a semester at Walt Disney World. Maybe I would even throw in a job or internship in there, somewhere. I was going to make a bunch of friends and have so much fun. After 4-5 years, I would graduate and have a job and everything would be perfect. So here I am, at the end of my really cool internship, waiting for my diploma to arrive in the mail. And I have nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo. Me, all week I applied and interviewed to become a full-time employee at my internship location, but didn’t get it. Of course, I