I have recently come across archives of old emails and as I was reading through them I couldn't help but entering the nostalgia of the end of my high school years. At that time, I wasn't very good at spelling, I blogged about things just as random, and all I seemed to care about was getting into UMass Dartmouth for my Art Degree.
Fast forward 4 years. I have my degree, graduated with honors, and have successfully become the first in my immediate line to graduate from college. My generation, in my family, share this honor and to be honest I still hold it humbly. I know my previous use of the word "honor" takes away from the my previous statement, but realize it is an achievement I have worked hard towards....I even graduated with honors!
Here is the hard part. Hours of my day spent looking into jobs, opportunities, anything that can get me information to start pushing forward in my life. In the process of this I was able to look back at my achievements. The most noticeable being my spelling, but more trickling downward as I go. Soon I will also be looking into my older blogs...I am sure the internet keeps things forever ^_^
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Focusing on more immediate things, entering the "real world is certainly not been completed yet. I worry that I am going to be on this perpetual break, while knowing that this will never happen. I am a hard worker and I am great at what I do, but this not having a purpose thing...it's an ego killer. Though I have only been out of school for a month and job outlooks are in reach.
I feel like everything is just at a standstill, but pushing forward becomes hard as I want to pace with my surroundings. I am trying so hard not to get comfortable. I haven't been to the gym since school ended, I have just read, crafted and job searched. I have gained nearly ten pounds and I still am pushing for the drive to work towards my weight loss goal again. Poor Joe is trying hard to motivate me as well, but right now I am a bit off.
I know once I have my job everything will start rolling again. I am a slave to inertia. At school I never stopped, at home I have to really push to move. I need a reason to move and it is hard staying focused on my self motivation when I live with my parents. I think my goals will start with rehydrating...I am really only drinking 12 oz of fluid a day....I will move up to 3 quarts (at least) in time. My mom keeps thinking I don't have energy because I am sick, but really I don't have energy because I am dehydrated and under-motivated...my days are melding.
The thing I am most grateful for is that Joe has been coming to visit me. It is such a relief that he has a car and he could just come down whenever. I don't really mind picking him up, but it is a lot of favors that I no longer need to call in. His visits are a break to the days melding the way they are and I know I am starting to get a bit emo, but I will be fine once I start my job. I am very capable and I will get one soon...I can feel it.
