standing on a precipice of growth right now and I just can’t stop thinking that taking the plunge is the scary part. some people may not like it. I know for certain my parents won’t like it, but I’ve gotta do it. eventually. I read somewhere that what those dying most often regret is holding themselves back for other’s sake. Not being true to themselves. I’m just wondering when I should start being true to myself- now (and possibly incite more fighting in my family)? Or later (but the agony of waiting, of idly watching by as my youth is squandered on waiting)? Society hates me- can I really handle my parents hating me too? Can I pray that they’ll understand when they realize it’s (unfortunately) not going away? Ack….