I was a tad caught off guard today, when a fellow co-worker (of which, I really don’t converse with often), told me something that made me rethink a few things. He said: “When my girls grow up, I hope they can turn out to be half the person that you are”. 

I’ve made certain choices during my now spared high-school days, that have definitely put me in a vulnerable position for critique. These decisions, more often than not, meant staying at home to study or work, while others were off doing..well…not studying or working. Always the absentee, looking back I can remember thinking that maybe everything is just a waste of time-everything I’m doing, choosing. But now, for once, I think they may have actually helped me accomplish something that I really really did want. Although this may seem dark, I’m somewhat ecstatic about leaving every single thing about high-school behind (including 90% of the people). By no means do I mean that in an “I hate everyone way”, what I mean by that, is I think I’m just ready for a really big change, for a different environment. Okay, back to the point. The fact of the matter, is that I truly am not sure if I fully understand who that person is- the person that a father wants their daughters to try and be like. In the end though, I think that maybe, every bad, sad, fearful moment, has turned out to be alright.