Just Another Post-Grad Blog
As I sit here writing this and reminiscing on my life 4 months post-grad, “Nothing New” by Taylor Swift featuring Phoebe Bridgers is playing…
Great…
I keep thinking back to 17-year-old me, who had just started college. She was so sure about what she was going to do.
I was going to major in criminal justice, go to law school, and become a lawyer. She would freak out if I told her none of that came true. Who’s going to tell her she changed her major to communications and then later a minor in public relations, she didn’t go to law school, and now she works in the PR field? She would think you’re insane and laugh in you’re face.
I had so many dreams and ambitions when I first walked into college, and throughout those years, they’ve changed so much. I now have new goals, different dreams, and ambitions. I am not the same person I was at 17. Now that I’ve graduated, I’m 21, I’m no longer friends with people who I thought would be in my life forever, my music taste has changed drastically, my hair is longer and lighter, I’ve made some new incredible friends, and my room no longer has posters of my favorite artists or pictures with my high school friends. So much about me has changed. But isn’t that the whole point of growing up and leaving college? To change?
I have never been good at change. In fact, I hate it.
My first year in college was the hardest. I was struggling to find my place and my friends. And all I wanted was for things to go back to how they used to be. Throughout the next couple of years, I eventually found my place, I joined clubs, did internships, figured out what I wanted to do in life, and became friends with people whom I love wholeheartedly and cherish a lot.
And now I’m sitting here 4 months post-grad and I have no clue what my future will look like. At 17, I had a plan, a clear vision. At 21, I no longer feel the need to have a timeline and plan out the rest of my future. Because if college taught me one thing, it's that you never know how much your life can change. At 17, I thought I knew everything. At 21, I realize I know nothing. And I’m okay with that. For once, I’m okay with the unknown. I realize that the unknown is part of growing up, especially after graduating from college. It’s okay to be lost post-grad and have no clue what the future holds for you because everyone is just as clueless as you.
