Tzuyu had done this many other times. She stared at the planner opened on her desk in front of her and tried to organize her thoughts enough to put them on the page. She started a new job and thankfully, they gave her a steady schedule. It was an entry position job as a personal trainer- the training would bring her to the maximum 35 hours within the first two weeks but after that she’d go back down to 25 and on call basis given that she was only beginning. She was grateful for it. She put that down on the planner. Even in the first two weeks of her training at work, she didn’t go beyond 5pm which gave her enough time to take a cab to her dance lessons at 6pm. She jotted that down and thought to the vocal lessons she’d signed up for. A few floors above the dance studio she found a good vocal coach who she would meet with one Tuesdays and Thursdays right after dance. It was a way to gain more skill and built on what she’d learned in high school.
After a talk with several people, she realized she was going to have to start taking things much more seriously. Her father usually felt guilty enough about abandoning their family, that he provided whatever monetary thing Tzuyu asked for (it usually wasn’t much). However, now that her mother found herself in the same boat, Tzuyu tried her luck with her as well. That’s how she managed to convince her mother to pay for Guitar lessons and Japanese tutoring on Saturdays. Now that it’s clear in her mind what she wants, she is going to prepare for it as much as possible. Plus, she hated stagnating, this would give her much to do and keep her busy. She could always take a break if necessary, but it didn’t feel like she would become so overwhelmed. The only thing that bothered her was that she’d have to get up early in the morning to get her daily run in, five days out of the week.
She thought seriously about college, as well. It wasn’t something she had decided to do just yet but she was warming up to the idea. She figured she had a whole semester to think about it-given that she’d graduated late, there would be no way she could start halfway through the semester. Which was just as well because she had no idea what she wanted to major in-at least, not something that she wasn’t pursuing by herself and that wouldn’t give her any advantage. She sighs and takes a look at all the slots she filled up in her planner. Now, she just needed to stay consistent. She grabs the little book and slides it into her small backpack purse, feeling like she had started to accomplish something. Two weeks had been enough to rest and start getting ready for her new life as an adult.
