I want to graduate with a degree. Each passing year it seems more and more impossible but it weighs heavier on my conscious. I began a degree in Biology, wanting to pursue Zoology – but not knowing th outlet I can plug into following graduation.

I grew discouraged and took a break for my mental health – now it has been 5 years. Since then, I fell in love with veterinary medicine, but I do not have any prospects when it comes to if I want to be a technician or not.

If I am being honest, I don’t know that I would be good at it if I went to school for it and I cannot face another failure. However, dropping out has been one of the bigger disapointments I have found in myself.

I have thought about finishing my biology degree and just having it in my back pocket (I mean, lots of people have degrees they don’t use) versus seeing if any of my previous credits would be counted towards a technician license.

Yet, I find myself more and more at home with the idea of writing. Writing for what reason, I do not know. I love blogging, I love poems, and I love writing stories. Again, my fear of failure does not get me very far. I simply write and no one ever reads it.

I realize at twenty eight I should have it all figured out, or at least have an idea of what I want to do for the rest of my life. So, I suppose I am going to try again and see how far I get.

All I know that I want in life is to be happy. I am happy with my husband and love life, we are going to start a family and being a mother is so exciting, and I just want to live comfortably, which we are. So to me, this is all just a bonus.

Time to look into colleges again.