I graduated from the University of Nebraska on May 3. It was my half birthday; exactly 27 and a half and I felt every year of it.
I don't know what to do with myself anymore. My life feels not- empty, but no longer compelled now that I don't have school to demand my attentions. I have no more milestones to overcome and I have no more deadlines to meet with gusto. In some ways I might flounder for a while. I can't quite concisely assess why the prospect of this is so disquieting, but I can't sleep any more anyways.
Something about a divine and innate need to make progress, to keep growing, to keep learning and to keep gaining. This is the worrisome and uncomfortable part.
Beets and peas are growing in the back yard so I guess things are ok.
And sometimes I get to touch boy's forearms and hands so I guess things are ok.
And I have a plane ticket and a strong heart that knows a lot of different weather so I get to hope that things are ok.
I go for much longer drives alone now than I ever did before. Never mind. I have always gone for long drives; the difference is now I can do them unrepentantly and without restraint.
We're going to have a baby and it's really really scary and a little sad, I think (maybe more on this later).
Nebraska is the most pretty when you can forget all of the sprawl and just see the clouds and dirt and grass.
I think I will always find a way to love tall grass.
This is all I can muster for now.
I don't know what to do with myself anymore. My life feels not- empty, but no longer compelled now that I don't have school to demand my attentions. I have no more milestones to overcome and I have no more deadlines to meet with gusto. In some ways I might flounder for a while. I can't quite concisely assess why the prospect of this is so disquieting, but I can't sleep any more anyways.
Something about a divine and innate need to make progress, to keep growing, to keep learning and to keep gaining. This is the worrisome and uncomfortable part.
Beets and peas are growing in the back yard so I guess things are ok.
And sometimes I get to touch boy's forearms and hands so I guess things are ok.
And I have a plane ticket and a strong heart that knows a lot of different weather so I get to hope that things are ok.
I go for much longer drives alone now than I ever did before. Never mind. I have always gone for long drives; the difference is now I can do them unrepentantly and without restraint.
We're going to have a baby and it's really really scary and a little sad, I think (maybe more on this later).
Nebraska is the most pretty when you can forget all of the sprawl and just see the clouds and dirt and grass.
I think I will always find a way to love tall grass.
This is all I can muster for now.