It happens so quick. One minute its like a freshly mowed green on a golf course. Flat clean and perfect. Then I blink and its like I have been transported to the Rockies of clothes, shoes, makeup, and god knows what else. Its my room… or my Mondays.
Every post grad is constantly asked the question of what is next? What are the plans that we have after just ending, what some might call, the best time of our lives. It often seems to be an expectation from parents, family members, friends, and even strangers for grads to have a plan of whats next before they even walk across the stage.
This Monday all I can wonder is if it is okay that I didn’t plan my life after that walk across the stage? Is it okay that I am not using my degree that I just spent an arm and a leg on?
It has to be okay.
For the last 17 years I have done nothing but learn out of a textbook and through professors who mimic the kind of work that would be done out in the real world. I have written notes, and papers, and done group projects for the last 17 years of my life. I have had professors who act as bosses, and students who act as my co-workers all working to get the job done. Just like the work force environment.
I don’t want to do it anymore. I want to be free of the office life and I want to do what I want, when I want. Being able to only take off 2 weeks out of the year is not what I want in life. I want to work my ass off working 40 hours a week serving tables for a month or two, then take a month off and explore. I don’t know what I will be exploring but just having the option is satisfying.
A Monday is never easy whether you are a kid, student, graduate or an adult. Lately however, I feel that the stress of making a plan is making everyday feel like a Monday.