Graduation happened. Almost-full-time at work happened. Realizing that my metabolism isn't what it used to be happened. You know, all that grown-up stuff. Since graduation, I've done a lot of things: started working around 35 hours a week, landed a small business mentorship once a week, signed up for a business class for later this summer, joined a gym (that I have yet to go to, I must admit), and given up my favorite things to eat for a month (cheese, bread, and sugar namely). It's all that stereotypical "trying to take control of my life and be a productive human being" stuff, but I'm trying to embrace it. The thing I'm most ready to embrace is decorating my apartment with Ted, but they have yet to give us a move-in date! Woo hoo! My super-adult butt is currently camping out in an empty bedroom while the rest of my stuff is in boxes downstairs, in my car, and in Ted's old place. We got a rug, guys! But nowhere to put it at the moment, so it's living at FedEx. Sigh.
One thing about being out of college: My feet hurt. I'm tired. Barely any of my clothes still fit me (thanks, college). I'm eager. I'm sad. I'm excited. I'm ready for adventures. I'm ready for having a place to call my own. I'm anxious to plan cocktail parties and craft hangouts. I'm happy. I'm still tired. I know this is just the beginning, and this is life. It's a strange, scary, but beautiful thing. I have so much more growing to do, it doesn't seem fair to say I graduated from anything.
I guess what I'm trying to say is: "It is enlightening, albeit intimidating, to think how much control we have over our own lives." --Leandra Medine.
That gets to the crux of it all. Life is about taking control, making your own choices, and creating your own happiness. What a task! I'm certainly intimidated, but ready for the challenge.
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