Fears

I have realized that thoughts of the future really give me slight anxiety. There are things that truly excite me: all the potential there is to have a truly fabulous life and make a difference, the idea of experiencing new things, all the people that I will cross paths with in the future, the sense that I am headed in a good direction.
But I am afraid of failure. Failure to realize even one of the goals that I have.
I am afraid of loss. Loss of friendships that have become so important to me, loss of connection with my brothers.
I am afraid of ending up in a bad place, of settling for a dead-end job and and unhappy life.
I am afraid of being alone. I enjoy solitude, but part of me thinks that I'll end up an old lady who lives alone with a bunch of dogs, baking and knitting everything for all the neighbors' families.
I am afraid that I won't make a difference, that my impact will be non-existant.

These are just petty fears though, I graduate soon - I'll be out there soon and I will take things as they come, as long as my head doesn't get in the way.

Now to actually plan for the future.

The Start

Right now I should be doing numerous things to better my future, but instead I started this after looking at a friends blog. This may be my best form of procrastination yet. Hopefully I will stick with it.