Just spent the past 4 hours working on a couple tedious psychology projects. My mind didn’t wander…and dare I say that I even enjoyed it?
Milking that reassurance. Every bit of it.
I’ve been trying to write this blogpost for days now but it never quite comes out right. Basically, I’ve just been really happy with the way things are around here over the past month or so. Nothing overwhelmingly amazing happened—but who says it has to? I suppose it kind of sucks that just when life in New York begins to seem bearable (likable even), I’m leaving. But then again, everything is shinier with an expiration.
With the long anticipated end of an era looming, conversations about careers, goals, and the future (what once may have been a heavy subject) float around casually, intermingling with conversations about the weather, sports, or other frivolous discourse. Hardly undergraduates anymore, we find ourselves in this weird transition between trepidation and unwarranted assurance. After having this same conversation for the fourth time the other day, it dawned on me that we never stop—we’re always going going going—dreaming, aspiring, reaching. With the near completion of every milestone, new doors assume positions, and our new goals to reach those doors materialize. And of course, this is hardly a negative thing but in this moment of conclusion, shouldn’t we be just as concerned about what we have already done? We should be savoring our accomplishments; we should be relishing in what we’ve attained, changed, and learned; we should be damn proud of ourselves. Did we forget? Did we forget that at one point, we aspired to become the people we are right now? Did we forget that we aspired to get to where we are right now?
Let’s just be us and be here. Let us relish.
I definitely took advantage and went out all 11 days of the break—each day with different people/groups in different contexts. This happy camper has absolutely no complaints. Now to finish the last month of undergrad! Ahhhh :D
“Second, we don’t do a good enough job of teaching our students how to be productively stupid - that is, if we don’t feel stupid it means we’re not really trying.” (Schwartz, 2008)
When the anxiety of not having something exceeds the anxiety of obtaining it.
I am three for three four for four!
Apples to oranges to dinosaurs to rocks.
