The past 22 years of my life, more specifically the past 16 years of education, never prepared me for the emotional roller-coaster ride that happens once you graduate college. These past weeks have been filled with meetings after meetings, countless applications and cover letters, analyzing every choice I have made, and at my lowest of points, reevaluating myself.
That was until I received the best gift at the most perfect time, a journal, from my friend Shannon. Specifically, a journal “to reassure myself when I’m overwhelmed by the creeping sense of impending disaster and the all-encompassing fears both specified and vague that colonize my mind, body, and soul, all of which, from the completely far-fetched to the sometimes probable, do me no good to contemplate and in fact make me miserable, and even though optimism may be unself-aware and ill-placed, I know I’ll be happier as a blind foul than as a clairvoyant apocalyptic”.
Because honestly, what if it all doesn’t work out?
So, in this time where I feel like I am not myself (because I don’t know who I am when I have nothing to do), I am thankful for my friends, who help me realize that it is going to be okay. And I am thankful for this journal, which helps me focus on something positive that happens everyday.
“There’s always got to be a struggle. Sure. What else is there? That’s what life is made of. I don’t know anything else, do you? I mean if there is, tell me about it.” – Van Morrison