I am now officially a college grad on the job hunt. It’s something I’ve been dreaming of my whole life. Homework? A thing of the past. What’s going to pay the rent in two months? I have no idea! It’s exciting, fearsome, exhilarating, scary. I’d like to say I’m not worried, but Mama Dramatist didn’t raise no liar. Change is the unknown, and as my good old pal Alby Dumbledore said when I had a drink with him at the Deathly Hallows (wasn’t a huge fan of the place, too heavy on the fluorescent bright lights of emptiness) our biggest fears lie in which we do not know. So, as a means of curing my brain from knee-buckling anxieties and the like, I’m telling and retelling myself what the future will look like.
The future is unknowable.
But we move towards it every second of our lives.
If we see a café we’d like to drink at, we step in. And determine our future. I didn’t know I would have a cup of coffee that would prompt me to write the first blog post I’ve written in over a year when I woke up this morning. But I do now. I don’t know if I’m going to finish it today, but in this moment, that’s what I’m moving towards. And my knees feel just fine.
My advice to any grads who are overwhelmed at the prospect of what their next move is would be to just simply move. Whether it’s in a conga line or to Alaska, move to wherever your body takes you. When your mind is unsure, the body takes care of you. (Whenever I have no idea which pasta to tell the waiter I’m eating, my stomach always tells me “gnocchi”). I will be moving to LA, Vince Gilligan to CBS, Sterling Cooper to McCann, Community to Netflix (possibly).
If you are wondering where you will move, my friend Curtis is here to help.