Three Months Of University Left, The Fears.

I do not think this is the time to create a facade of nervously emerging to dance and squeal at the top of my voice to hide my angst. I have to admit it now, I am scared. Scared for my future, scared that if I do not excel myself in all areas now and not say yes to every opportunity that comes my way that I will look back in later life and be disappointed by my actions. They say that university are the best years of your life and they have really been that for me, however, a cloud tainted with an melancholy feeling has slowly started to appear over my head and can not go unnoticed. 

Essentially you are saying goodbye to three years of comfort, three years of being in your own bubble, three years of the university mindset and soaring into the adult world fully. No parachute, just downward fast. You have to look forward and prepare and for this term, my module is setting me up to do this. A lovely woman with a vast duration of coloured scarves talks about our future income and how we are going to afford a house alongside being a musician and my head is screaming panic. Fleeing into the world with debt and a dream I describe it as the spongebob fire meme, the stress is real, we are all feeling it and some are taking to selling panties as an extreme to pay off some of this debt, it's all happening here. 

We will achieve this and get through it, but the fear of the unknown is stressful. Of course music is my passion and will continue this love into the future, but I also would love a house with a nice door and three toilets.   

For now, let's see how it goes, prepare and then excel.