Post grad life kinda sucks.
Maybe just in my case. Back in my parents' house, waiting for my temporary summer job to begin in a week, and finishing the last bit of editorial work leftover from the semester, I find myself anxious about my unknown future.
Anxious and, well, just scared.
My control-freak flag is flying high, because I hate (let me emphasize that - HATE) not knowing what the next few months -- the next few years, even -- have in store for me. But at the same time, it's exciting. For the first time in my 21 years, I have no plans for an TBD amount of time.
I have a very expensive degree in my hand. I have a lot of student debt. And I have the option of doing almost anything that I want.
"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted."
Sylvia may not have lived up to her own words, but I might.
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