It all happened so quickly. I applied to a dozen jobs, some in Massachusetts and Vermont and some in New York. I just turned 21, and was unofficially graduating in two months. I still wanted to live at school to avoid early-grad depression, so I found a reporting job in Vermont and that’s where I stand.
Right after the semester ended my mom took us on a trip to Vegas where I was spoiled with no open container laws, and maybe the northeast should consider such a privilege. Vacation was the first thing on my mind after leaving school that the sadness couldn’t enter my dome. Until I walk across the stage in May, it wont be real.
So, instead of complaining about my loan bill or not being able to get a job right out of college, I’m gonna dwell on other quirky tasks after finishing college. It still hasn’t hit me yet because the holiday’s aren’t over, but while running around prepping for Christmas, I tackled my mom’s house and other things.
So far I’ve:
- Bought my first poetry book by Charles Bukowski
- Revisited my adult coloring books
- Flew to the West coast
- Learned about work benefits
- Organized my mom’s cabinets and rearranged the dining room
- Bought work clothes
- Started studying to become a NASM (National Academy of Sports Medicine) personal trainer
Mom wasn’t too happy about the winter cleaning, but at least twice a year the hoarding needs to be cleansed.
I never got into poetry, but I’ve always admired its power and beauty. After taking a poetry class last spring, certain feelings trigger rhymes to be documented in a note pad on my phone, so I figured reading poetry I can understand will help my writing a little.
After accepting the adult job, I was overwhelmed with life as any 20 year old would be. My life is ending and I can’t have anymore fun. All it will be is bills, bills, and no sleep and no fun. It takes a little realization to understand how much life we really have left. In college it’s easier to live in the moment because school work brings on enough stress that we don’t need to plan out every day and week. Go home on birthdays and holidays, and then its break. But now, break is the rest of my life and all I want to do is read a book I won’t have to take a test on or write a reflection essay about. I’m grateful for my liberal arts degree and i’m aware that I won’t become a millionaire as a writer or journalist, but from talking to several journalists with a lifetime of experience, its a career of love and passion and I don’t think i’d be able to express myself any other way without being as happy and confident as I am.
Who knows where this blog will go, but my theme remains and every weird and life-enhancing experience I have, I’ll make sure to document for lessons to be learned everywhere.
Don’t be scared of adulthood, but be open to all the opportunities (work) and relaxation (no school work) it will bring.
Happy Holidays. Peace & dead lifts.