sagallimore Ahhhh and here we are last semester of college. Today if I could tell you that a fast forward button could be used to speed up your ever so studious life, I would believe you. This seems to be reality when you’re caught up in the grind of ringing out papers, racking your brain memorizing for tests, or pulling together enough information for your Friday morning group presentation. When does time decide to pull the trigger on your innocent years of childhood oblivion and leave you lost in trying to figure out your life. Life would be a cake walk if I could live in the bliss of staying a kid, free of all adult responsibility. If I could describe my life to you in one word it’s: uncertainty. Uncertainty about that first job you think has so much bearing on an abundant career choice, deciding if your current “person” is the right fit for a life full of love, kids, and a happy marriage, oh and don’t even get me started on the topic of choosing a graduate school. Uncertainty is where my 16 year private school education has led me to an all time fork in the road of decision making. Ironic right? I thought in high school by the end of college I would for sure have tapped into my passion and figured out why I’m needed in the world. But here I am at the altar of being handed a diploma and not knowing what to do with it. Some of me is in denial that the adult life I’m almost but not quite ready to live out is slowly sprinkling its way in. Wouldn’t it be a dream to hold onto childhood forever? Somewhere in the midst of that fantasy, reality sets in telling me: SOPHIA DO SOMETHING. My nature, as driven by societal pressures, is to know and do as soon as possible. I’m a planner and thank you 21st century! When did the rule become that we had to know, make and do everything right now? When did uncertainty become the monster sleeping under our beds? For me, uncertainty breeds fear. A fear of someday feeling as if I missed out, chose wrong, or wishing I could turn back the clock. Planning gives us some hope of silencing those thoughts. But what if we are all missing the point that the Big Man upstairs is wishing we could see. Maybe he wants us to pull the wool from our eyes long enough to observe the unarticulated beauty of life down here is to not have a plan and let impulse be our guide. Maybe life is lending us a nod when our put together plans fall out of place. But hey I’m only human so what do I know.
So take it from me. Here I am down here with no plan, cringing in fear of what the future may bring and surprisingly I’m okay. So I raise a glass (of rosé of course) to all of you graduates that don’t have it all figured out. Life is still gonna be there in a year or 5 years down the road. So, live in the moment, grow from the present, and chill the f* out. We got this.
