Today was the first day toward the start of the rest of my life. Job searching. And not just a measly part-time job as a cashier or computer-watcher that I would dump as soon as I no longer needed it, but a real, serious "big girl" job. A job that I've been going to school for the past 4 years to obtain.
I'm a nervous wreck. I feel like a bumbling idiot when talking to managers, like I'm just repeating myself or making no sense at all or sounding false (or a number of other negative things). It's nerve-wrecking to think that the people I talked to today have the ability to control the path my life takes for the next few years. Do I even know what I want my life to be in the next few years?
Basically, this isn't Neverland, and I'm being rushed into growing up at full, rushing speed. And it's scary as heck.