My birthday came and went, nothing much to talk about. I’m 22 now, and unlike Taylor Swift at my age, I don’t feel it.
I feel like a whole child who was just thrust into the adulting world, even though I’ve known for months that this is where I would end up.
Lots of people comment on how students like me go straight into their graduate studies in order to avoid the “real-world” and adulting.
I’m not really sure what the fuck those people know about graduate studies, but this shit ain’t no joke.
I haven’t even attended my first class and I am stressed beyond measure #yayadulting.
I just mapped out my projected schedule, and holy moly it’s daunting. Technically I’m in class or at work for only a grand total of 29 hours a week, but anyone who knows the struggle knows that much more than 29 hours of my life will be consumed by work and school on a weekly basis.
I mean, that 29 hours doesn’t encompass all of the readings I’m going to have to trudge through or the papers I am going to have to write.
I’m currently scheduling my social life in an attempt to not isolate myself and let everything consume me.
I have no complaints though, I am blessed to have two jobs and be studying. I love having a busy schedule. There are always challenges along the way, but, figuring shit out is what I do best. I am ready for the challenge.
I am also just really excited because I will be working with and learning from some pretty dope minds. So like actually #yay.
My mood for this entire year is going to be #yay, and that’s because one of my rules for this year is that I always choose joy. Generally, whenever I am feeling down I try to pick myself up and choose joy, but this year we’re gonna have more great days than down ones and that’s that.