World-Changer (Not)

I recently watched Ironman and Charlie Wilson’s War. And I thought to myself, “Becca, who are you kidding? You’re not an Ironman or a Charlie Wilson.”

Perhaps naive and daft are apt descriptions of me…

Fleet

I hate how I can’t find lasting contentment in the decision I’ve made… I hate being beset by doubts.

I hate how I wonder if I was wrong when I see or hear of friends getting places in universities or scholarships to go overseas.

Detractors don’t bother me… I bother me.

But there comes a point when I want to act like a little kid…

Cover my ears,
Squeeze my eyes shut,
Shake my head
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And scream, “No, no, no… Would they all just keep quiet? Can the talk about university stop? Is that all our lives revolve around?!”