Somehow, when I was a bright and eager fresh-faced first year, the thought of life after graduation seemed so much more glamorous and stress-free than my reality currently is. Somewhat delusional and naive, I believed that a college degree meant that I would finally, finally, find my path. I would know exactly the type of career I wanted to have, the kind of life I wanted to lead, the passion and talent I secretly had burning inside... that I would know me.
As if, all my troubles and searches for self would magically end with the deliverance of a paper document.
As if, all my troubles and searches for self could be magically resolved in a 4-year span, away from my hometown.
As if, my degree was magic.
A little wiser and a lot more jaded, I've emerged from college as a newly minted firm believer in the idea that you, who you want to be and where you want to go, what you aspire to do and accomplish, your goals and dreams, are constantly being changed and discovered.
There's no singular path to success. After all, there is no singular definition of success. As a kid, I used to imagine that my success would be measured in Hot Cheetos. That's right, I used to think that the measurement of my success was how many bags of Hot Cheetos I could buy. (At the current time, the measurement is 0). Which, I admit is a very particular and rather random measurement of success, but it was what made sense to me at the tender age of 7. And even still, this childhood measurement resonates with me today, because I recognize that at the very core, what I wanted was to be able to afford the simple pleasures of life.
I have never been the type to wish for caviar and foie gras each and every day, no desire to own a yacht (although that would be really cool, I admit), I just want to be able to lounge on my sofa, watch my tv, and munch on delicious spicy chips, that stain my fingers red.
All in all, I'm not sure what the original intent of my blog post was, I just wanted to share some rambling thoughts that I was having.
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Trying to find inspiration through music.
Current music artist I'm obsessed with: P!ink
As if, all my troubles and searches for self would magically end with the deliverance of a paper document.
As if, all my troubles and searches for self could be magically resolved in a 4-year span, away from my hometown.
As if, my degree was magic.
A little wiser and a lot more jaded, I've emerged from college as a newly minted firm believer in the idea that you, who you want to be and where you want to go, what you aspire to do and accomplish, your goals and dreams, are constantly being changed and discovered.
There's no singular path to success. After all, there is no singular definition of success. As a kid, I used to imagine that my success would be measured in Hot Cheetos. That's right, I used to think that the measurement of my success was how many bags of Hot Cheetos I could buy. (At the current time, the measurement is 0). Which, I admit is a very particular and rather random measurement of success, but it was what made sense to me at the tender age of 7. And even still, this childhood measurement resonates with me today, because I recognize that at the very core, what I wanted was to be able to afford the simple pleasures of life.
I have never been the type to wish for caviar and foie gras each and every day, no desire to own a yacht (although that would be really cool, I admit), I just want to be able to lounge on my sofa, watch my tv, and munch on delicious spicy chips, that stain my fingers red.
All in all, I'm not sure what the original intent of my blog post was, I just wanted to share some rambling thoughts that I was having.
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Trying to find inspiration through music.
Current music artist I'm obsessed with: P!ink
Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame,She has a fairly recent song out, "Just Give Me A Reason," ft. Nate Ruess (of fun.) Check it out!
Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned,
But just because it burns, doesn't mean you're gonna die.
You've gotta get up, and try, and try, and try
-"Try"
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