Today is May 1st, and today it is sunny. I finally feel like the world will be okay. And because I am having an optimistic day, let’s talk about the future.
So, first let’s start with talking about “The Post”. Whether or not you recognize it by the name I have dubbed, you know what it is. It’s the moment when a person puts up a decision about their future on social media. This happens a lot with graduating seniors of both high school and college alike. It usually goes something like “I’m so excited to say that I’ll be taking my talents to South Beach” (Okay wait...that was LeBron...). But really it usually says a next step, ie “I’m pursuing a PhD in Chemistry at THE Ohio State University (I am not. That was an example. In case you missed that life update 2 years ago, it ain’t happening). Now that we are familiar with “The Post”, let’s talk about it. So when I was in high school, I was one of the first people to make “The Post”. I had only applied to one college, early decision, so I knew in early December where I would be the following August. It was great to have that off of my plate early on it was wonderful to know. I am someone who likes to have a plan. And back then, I believe fully that plans could and did work out. I knew I could count on a lot of stability in my life and I milked it for everything. I planned. Spoiler Alert: I no longer plan. At least, not in the ways I used to. Fast forward about four years from that wonderful high school graduating ignorance and confidence. May 1st, 2017 was the last day of my undergraduate classes. I had not been to 2/3 of the classes I was supposed to have attended; I was ill-prepared for the impending doom of finals; and I was supposedly two weeks away from graduating. (I hoped. Desperately.) Now, if you know me, you know it happened. I accomplished a miracle, in no small part because of the support system I had and have. If you’ve ever spoken to me about graduating, I say it happened by the grace of God and Dr. Karen Graves, my education professor in Spring of 2017. I will say that to the day I die; it is absolutely true. Bless her. All of this is to say, I didn’t have a plan. I didn’t have a next step. I didn’t even have my foot on the ground for the step I was taking. So I sat back and watched as my peers made announcement after announcement about their seemingly great plans. Another year has passed, and “The Posts” continue to flood in. The difference between me four years ago (and even me last year) and me now, is that while I love the idea of having one, I know it’s not in the cards for me. Things never work out the way I intend them to, but they do work out. So by now you’re probably wondering, despite all my ranting alluding to the problematic nature of this standard we have set, what my great plan is. Weren’t you paying attention?! I don’t have one! I do however have a next step—and for now that feels like enough.
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