Beginnings of a hopeful fruitful gap year

It hasn't seem to be too long ago where we celebrated the new year, the *start* of a new beginning or some may even say a new chapter in our lives.

Resolutions and plans were formed. "losing weight, get a job, travel, quit my job" and the list goes on.

I myself had joined the millions who had these "Resolutions" and formed a "master plan" that would propel me in a direction which would see me fulfill my dreams and meet my potential. I searched within myself to come up with a list that would be my bible for the year.

As you see, I have recently graduated from High school and decided to take a gap year. So the "master plan" was essential to ensure i did not waste this opportunity of a lifetime.

The first thing and one of many goals that was on the "plan", was to get a job and earn some money ensuring a possible income revenue to fund the many adventures that i would embark on during this momentous period of time.

However, as time ever so passes by, i have found myself unemployed and in desperate need of cash.

Three months have past and the constant failings of acquiring this goal has caused a major dent in the "master plan".

So too say that the start of this gap year has been fruitful is utter bullcrap. Thus,

Beginning of the gap year = anxiety ridden and *not good*