Work In Progress

We All Are...

Here is my personal experience that I had to elaborate on in English class. I'd like to add to you valuable readers that ever since I started my English Honors class, sophomore year I have been very happy. I have found an environment where I am not afraid to share my feelings on a piece of paper (of course, it fears me to think about the teacher reading such things/having to talk about them with my writing group). I think a lot of that has to do with what I am talking about in today's writing prompt.

Note: I will be posting five more of these prompts in the coming hours, so please enjoy reading the other five prompts as well. Thank you. Now onward, to the prompt that caught my eye the most!~

PROMPT: All of us are works in progress with a long way to go before we reach our full potential.

In what skill or area are you still working to make progress?

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I think I am still a work in progress, but in what area, I am unsure. Towards the end of middle school to the beginning of freshmen year, I began finding myself. Who was I really? I knew I was not like other people in my age group. We don't like the same things at all and I thought I was really strange for that. My weird taste in things I chose to like/be interested in never stopped (and won't stop). I wouldn't say it was like a coming-of-age sort of thing where I somehow discover the truth to being a teen, but it was more like a journey into the center of my mind. I was more aware of the things happening around me and I could finally have my own opinion on it. I was finally realizing it was okay to have an opposite opinion from the rest of the world. It's not like I wasn't opinionated before this, because I was, but now I'm not afraid to speak m mind no matter how shocking my opinion on a subject may be. What did any of this even have to do with progress though? I simply found myself and am still doing so now and probably for the rest of my life. Do you see that? It's a continuous cycle. Progress is a continuous cycle. Even after making progress, there's still more to be done. There's still more for me to find. I'm still not fully aware of who I truly am and I never will be. Sure, I can say now, I'm a smart, somewhat funny, weird, etc. teen, but is that who I'm going to be tomorrow? Next week? Next month? Next year? I'll never know.