In my freshman year, I listened as upperclassmen complained about how they had no idea about their futures. I thought, “this won’t happen to me.” What did I have to be worried about? I was eighteen and had three publications. My career was already taking off.
Then the publications came to a halt. I started losing Twitter followers. I had writers block and hadn’t finished a novel in months. Am I just “washed up?”
Now I can understand where those people were coming from. And especially now, since I have not yet secured an internship and am desperately racing against the clock to get my applications done before winter break, I realize how terrifying the cute can actually be if you waste too much time playing Candy Crush.