It's Memorial Day Weekend. While many of my friends are off to warmer climates or classy big city parties, I am sitting in front of my new laptop (Thanks, Mom and Sis!) drawing a writer's block for my application essay to what-I can only hope-will be the next step to my successful future.
For background noise, I am emptying out my DVR. While watching an episode of Fox's Glee, "Dreams", as Rachel Barry belts out Journey's "Don't Stop Believing", I burst into tears.
I had a cathartic, I-am-scarred-of-the-world-and-who-I-am-and-who-(if ever)-I-will-become cry.
Like many in my generation, I was sold a dream of go to college=get great job= be featured on MTV's Cribs.
Since the later two legs of this journey has not yet come to fruition, I feel I am at a frustrating standstill between adulthood and successful-adulthood.
I understand that happiness is a journey with peaks and pitfalls. I'm just wondering if I get everything I thought I ever wanted, will I actually be successful and happy?
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