In less than two weeks, I say goodbye to life as I have known it.
A life driven by school. A life of planning, always looking ahead to the next thing. A life of preparing. And now I’m there.
I’m prepared to do something.
Something—what something? Getting a job, paying the rent, buying specialty foods at Trader Joe’s (the stuff I begged my mother for back when I was riding in the grocery cart), keeping TJ Maxx in business.
Sure, I’m ready for that. Ready to clean the kitchen without being reminded. Ready to do my own laundry with my own detergent (I am definitely buying a new scent every week).
And if that’s all it is, I’m not interested.
Fortunately for me, I went to a liberal arts school. So my brain works better than it did four-and-a-half years ago. I plan to start my new life by catching up on some reading, starting with classical literature and The Brothers Karamozov.
Also on my list of post-graduate activities: baking bread, getting back into photography, paying down the school bill, and getting my CWP.
Because life isn’t a cycle of surviving. It’s not a multivitamin; it’s a feast.
My life is my religion. That is, my religion is my life. Every moment is joy, because I can spend every moment worshiping my creator.
My education sanded down the rough edges of my personality and sharpened the edges of my brain. I left behind the awkward high schooler and found a self-educator.
And that is the beginning.