To demonstration of an honest struggle laced with hope, trust, patience, knowing that it is bound to end; this perpetual funk is bound to come to a joyful close where it all begins to make sense.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
real grown up
the weather is mean right now.  may is not supposed to have mean weather.  i worked all morning; making lattes for people wet from the rain.  and now i'm home.  i'm in my apartment with nothing real to do.  i just finished grad school and have the actually graduation ceremony in 48 hours.  currently i'm dealing with the psychological implications of loosing my identity as a "grad student".  i have to grow up and get a real job and pay real bills and yet i have no idea what real job to get and have no desire to face those real bills...and i hated being in grad school until now: now that I am done.  Real done.  to grow up...
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