And I Will End Up on “Dr. Phil.”
Dylan is off to another overnight this weekend, along with a job fair that could provide him with a summer job OR a gap-year opportunity.
He hasn’t decided yet which.
Dylan hasn’t decided which college he wants to go to, or if he wants to take a gap year. He hasn’t decided where he will work this summer, if he is working this summer. He hasn’t decided what he’s going to do with his future and, for that matter, he hasn’t decided anything at all.
What he wants to do is hang out at the beach, live for free, and make tons of money to pay for college.
What he doesn’t realize is: his indecision is what’s costing him.
I thought my worries would be over once Dylan was accepted into college. But now I see that my worries are never going to end. They have now transferred to this train of thought:
If Dylan doesn’t decide soon, he’s going to end up with nothing. He won’t have a job this summer and he won’t have a job for his gap year, but he’ll end up taking a gap year because he didn’t commit to any college. Then if he goes to college, he has to get an internship. He doesn’t do anything early. He needs to do things early. He needs to apply for internships the day they come out. How is he going to do that if the deadline is three months later? He will do it at the last minute, and he will not get the internship. Then he will not get the job. He will not get any job. He will not get a job this summer and he’ll move back into my house after college and he will never, ever leave because he won’t have a job. I will end up on Dr. Phil begging to know where I went wrong with this boy. And Dr. Phil will say I did too much for him, I’m still doing too much for him, he needs to do things for himself. And it will be my fault that Dylan doesn’t have a job he loves.
It’s not going to get easier as he gets older. I’m just going to have less control and Dylan is going to have more control and that thought scares me to death.