This is mostly for me, so sorry for the rambling, but thought I’d share in case any part of this is of any use to anyone.
So here I am, three months post masters and to be real, it’s not all it’s hyped up to be. I’ve been absent for the past 4 months, and haven’t consistently posted anything on either of my tumblrs since last holiday break. Interesting because I was the busiest in 2013 but came here more often.
Anyway, on more important matters… after getting my masters degree life has dealt me quite the hand. Learning how to function as a “real” adult has been challenging in more ways than one. I had to make a big decision on one of my dream jobs and reject the offer. Growing up doesn’t just mean learning to hustle and seize opportunities, which has been beat to death by society (and social media, I know I do it ALL the time too), but it has to do with decision making. Sometimes, sacrifices are needed. If my degree taught me anything, it’s that “it all depends”. Circumstances and environmental factors affect us more than we would like to admit, because these things are sometimes out of our control. Yes, I would have LOVED to take the job and sacrifice in a different way, but after the hundreds of self-reflective papers and projects from my program, I have come to realize that this opportunity was perfect, just bad timing… for me, anyway. Again, just because something/someone presents itself, it does not mean that we need to take it. This is the time for us to reflect on what is best for us, and filter out the other voices in our heads trying to convince us otherwise.
So here I am, partially employed and frustratingly seeking a second job. Aside from the RIDICULOUS amount of… let’s just call it, “life set-up” paperwork and responsibilities, I’ve been doing on my “break”, I’ve come to realize that I am simply in limbo. Waiting for x to happen so that y can start and maybe z will follow. This transitional time in my life would ideally be refreshing but I think that for my own personal life goals, only so much can happen at this point. I feel like I’m on the verge of a new part of my life but have been stuck in first gear.
The rain has been pouring (figuratively), and I remember my old supervisor asking how I was able to keep optimism.
I told him the rain can’t last forever, and something beautiful always comes after.
Writing all this out, as reminder to myself.
P.S. not editing anything, sorry not sorry.
I went to the bathroom in a building on my campus and saw this on the back of the stall door. While I’m deeply upset that a young woman went through such a horrible ordeal, I’m also very touched that so many other girls wanted to help her and offered advice as well as ways to seek help. We are women hear us roar.
WOMEN HELPING OTHER WOMEN
WOMEN BEING GOOD TO OTHER WOMEN
THIS SHIT IS REVOLUTIONARY.
(I like that this has no gender pronouns, too.)
I like that the person asking for sex isn’t pissed off.
This is great.
The part that gets me?
We have to explain this to folks…