This week’s common observation isn’t all that common – Not like when you order food from a place called Little Chopsticks and they give you a plastic fork with your order. No, this one is a little deeper, though equally ironic in some ways.
With all the glory and festivities of graduation behind me (thank you, thank you), I look toward the future with a hopeful eye (or two, because I tend to be overzealous that way). I’m so excited to think about this job I applied for, or the great new things I’ll learn if I get into that grad school class! When my optimistic eyes finally fall back to the present, though, I recognize that the present holds none of the former glory of pursuing a degree, nor does it possess the esteem that I will inevitably obtain in the future. I am en transit, as they say. And I’m not such a fan of the trip.
I await further information on the one job I applied for, the apartment hunt is contingent upon that job, I await hearing about my grades submitted this week, and I cannot help but feel like I’m struggling to maintain a poor juggling routine. This purgatory that I inhabit seems to consume me at times. The familiar faces I took comfort in have all fluttered away to distant lands, or rather I have to those who stayed. The ever-expanding mass of work has been reduced to an ant-hill. (Which seems like a boon, though really isn’t.) My family wants to talk on the phone, and yet I have nothing to say. “Oh you know…” They actually don’t “know,” because neither do I.
But alas, Jamie’s voice rings true in my head: “If you are not part of the solution you are part of the problem.” Digitally divulging my depressed dilemma only adds to the growing amass of aggravated alumni. So fear not, fellow peers and readers, I bring glad tidings, for I have the cure to our provisional problems.
First, get a hobby. Either pick up an old instrument or grab some new tools and start tinkering. I longboard, and it helps. All that time you would spend indoors sulking over the tumultuous time in between lives will be spent learning something new. Who knows, it could be the first part of your new life, not a interim time-killer. Maybe even start a blog. After all, these entries are far more about me writing than you reading. Sorry to burst your bubble.
Second, which I skimmed over in the last paragraph, get outside! If that new hobby can be done outdoors, do it. Find a nice tree, or for those in the more dense dwellings, find a porch or a roof. Just being outside really helps, especially now that the sun is more sociable these days.
Third, talk to your old friends and make new ones. Easier said than done, I understand. All you can ask of yourself is to try, right? You are not alone, as evidenced by this post! Conversing about your communal condition can help to cure the cause.
And four: Stop whining! You just graduated. Sheesh. What more do we want from life at the moment? Stop to smell the roses while you can, enjoy the breeze, dip your feet in the water, count clichés if it helps! Or shoot me an e-mail. I can always use more pen pals.