As a teenager, I struggle with work.
I struggle with opportunities.
I struggle with not only taking the first step, but actually going through with it.
Now I know that I am not the only one that struggles with this.
Don’t you even try to deny it.
So there’s this picture.
That I have to turn to quite often that really put’s things into perspective.
I thought I’d share it to you lovelies.
This is not my picture, and I don’t own any rights to it.
(I found it on Pinterest.)
(I LOVE that site.)
I just wanted to share it with you all.
I work at a nicer than most fast food restaurant, but is is a fast food restaurant nonetheless.
And for some reason, I don’t like telling people that because I feel like that is a job of the lower class. When in reality, I should be thankful that I even have a job like I do.
I have some pretty great co workers, and I have some wonderful managers that have gone the extra mile for me before.
And here I am, at 16 years old, feeling inferior because I have a job that is hard work and low pay.
Also, since I’m fundraising to become a foreign Exchange Student, I need to actually fundraise, and work a lot harder than I have been.
And that’s hard.
I’ll to put on some overalls, and I’m used to wearing ball gowns.
No more glass slippers for now.
Is this what growing up means?
I hope I get to pull out my glass slippers again.
But you know, maybe when I’m working in my overalls I won’t want my glass slippers anymore.
I guess I’ll have to find out.