i’m 19, just finished my first year of college with nothing to show for it, but an 11 grand tuition and residence bill. I’m not happy. I’m not productive. i’m not even sure i like my program… I still just sit around and smoke the ganj all day like i’m still in high school. I need to grow the fuck up. i need a plan. I need a better job. i can’t keep working at food basics forever. And that’s the thing, i’m worried i’ll get comfortable, i’ll settle, and there i’ll be, working full time stocking crackers to the shelf and building displays. EXACTLY what i’m qualified to do right now, oh, and flip some MEAN burgers. I need to grow the fuck up. Sure, partying is a riot now, but will it still be worth it 6 years from now, when i still live in Listowel, maybe have a few kids with a man i don’t love, because i was too busy “living it up” to worry about putting on a condom. No. This is not the future i want for myself. i need to stand up, dust myself off and dig harder. Nut up or shut up. That means a lot of new habits, goals and work. Feel the fear, do it anyway.