I knew Lucy Lu since she was a kid. She never talks much but knows how to speak her mind. She will never elaborate things in detail but somehow can show you how things work. At school, she’s an average student. Likes math, but almost failed her Algebra and Geometry class. Doesn’t like science, but got 90% average grade in Physics in her senior year in high school. Hates English language but dreams of becoming a writer. She’s quite confused about what she likes.
She took people oriented course in college to overcome her shyness, but apparently entered in the convent to become a nun. Still confused, huh?
Confused, define as, the state of being unable to think with clarity or act with understanding and intelligence.
In the course of one’s life, you often encounter this word. It’s not a humps or potholes, it’s a stoplight. It gives you time to think things over. It may take a week or month, but nevertheless you will have to decide.
Getting confused means, you have to get out of your comfort zone, to test your limit, to know your capability, to take a leap, to risk.
About Lucy, she’s now a wife and a mother of 3 beautiful kids. Confused yet excited of pursuing her dream of becoming a writer and a painter at the same time.
And by the way, Lucy is me.