Wasted life?
I was trying to figure out when I started wasting my life. I think it started after being a live-in nanny. I was great at following my dreams before then. I did everything I wanted to do. I graduated from college, went to photography school, moved out east to be a nanny. After, I feel it started going down the tubes. I loved living in MSP with my sister and I had what I will call one of my "great loves" (ala Charlotte on Sex in the City). I moved to MT like I always wanted. Those things weren't wasted. But I stopped following my "dreams" after nannying. Someone from my past lost his life. And that made me start to contemplate all that I wish I would have done, what I will do differently and what I will do in the future. I don't want to waste my life anymore. I'm working at a job that I like sometimes, but has no room for growth and lacks the qualities I really love. I don't have the education I really want to have. I'm still single, too scared to