It’s been four months since I’ve graduated, and while I enjoy this extra free time that I have in my hands, waves of nostalgia and reminiscing have started to become the norm in my post grad life. Yes, my plans and current situation aren’t what I had intended them to be when the prospect, and the reality, of graduation was beginning to settle in. I’m working a part-time retail job asking customers if they’d be interested in opening up a credit card with us; I’m not really on my way to getting one step closer to my Pulitzer with that…
I mean, it’s not to say that I’m completely unhappy with my job situation. I mean, at least I have a job, right?…It’s just that when I visited my college newspaper’s redesigned website, and watching reports by my new reporter crush, Atom Araullo, I missed the days of truly doing what it was that I know that I was meant to do, and most importantly, knowing that what I was doing truly meant something and mattered.
Writing is my outlet. I love it, even if I’ve been in a bad funk about trying to find a job that fits this outlet of mine. There have been times the past couple of months where I questioned whether this was what I really wanted to do with my life, and there was even a brief moment where I felt complacent (ugh) with this retail job. But looking back at what I’ve done in the past year for The Flyer, and all the hard work that we invested into making that newspaper what it is today, I know that I was made for more than just standing at the cash register and helping customers find the right fitting jeans. Sometimes It’s always good to look back at the good things you’ve done, and most importantly, the moments/actions/efforts that have made you come alive to remind yourself of where you should be.
