A new stage of life, as they call it. The topsy-turvy of postgrad existence. Where time seems to fade into obscurity. I thought I’d get straight into it. Writing, painting, photography. I thought it’d just…happen. But it’s taken time.
Time that I’m not even sure I have. A mind that was once full of paper deadlines and exam preparation, it’s kind of empty right now. While the information is retained, the movement and activity has momentarily ceased. I was in college/university for six years. For a lot longer than that, I roamed hallways packed with other kids and noises and colors and trends and friends. Such was my mind. Busy, packed. And now, not.
Learning to motivate oneself to maintain that level of mental movement is something I’ve learned this winter. Adjusting to a new stage of life won’t happen overnight, but there’ll come moments when you smile at the realization that you’ve improved. I view my reality now as an open canvas, a freedom of creativity and my goodness, does it feel so good and so right to exercise my imagination. Exams tend to postpone that enjoyment.
There’s no need to lose your youth or your enthusiasm. “Growing up” doesn’t mean putting away the silly hats and funny slippers. I’m so thankful that I had the privilege of an education. But, as of now, I’m extremely happy to be able to do my own thing.
Winter, you’ve been so good to me.