Ramblings
I haven’t posted in awhile, but LIFE sort of got in the way and my attention was focused elsewhere. Today, however, seemed like a good day to write as I have plenty of thoughts bouncing around in my head.
It’s the beginning of October (how did that happen), and I feel like I’m inching nearer and nearer to becoming an adult. The idea of moving out and job hunting were always things that seemed so far away and hypothetical almost. But they’re coming up fast. With the decline of the market and the scarcity of jobs out there, the pressure is starting to pile up. The realization that my minimum wage making days are coming to an end hit me the other night when perusing the internet for job opportunities. Although making minimum wage is never anybody’s idea of success, there is something very safe about going to school and working part-time. The future, where you will use the skills you have learned to get a job, always seemed so far away and it was something that you would have to deal with when you got there. Well, I’m getting there.
Don’t get me wrong. The idea of getting a job doing what I love and making a life for myself is something I do really look forward to. It’s just surreal that adulthood is almost here. Although I’m 23, I still don’t feel like an adult. I’m in that awkward stage of life. Not teenage, but not adult. I’ve simply been a student for the past 5 years.Being a student definitely has its perks because nobody really expects you to be anything else. People take sympathy upon you because being a student usually means you’re flat broke. But they don’t judge you for not making something of yourself, or not making more money because you’re just a student, the rest will come later.
I guess it’s just scary because when you finally graduate and finally do go out and hunt for a job, if you fail, that’s when the judging starts. After you graduate, if you’re broke and haven’t ‘made it’ people may sympathize, but they’re also judging.
I suppose I’m just a little intimidated by the idea of going out into the real world. What if everything I’ve worked for up until this point is useless? What if I find out that the countless amount of nights I’ve given up sleep to finish assignments, hoping that they will bring me closer to me dream, was a waste of time? What if I don’t make it?
The world is a scary place. I have about 7 months to make sure I’m ready for it. Wish me luck.


