Things Yet to Come

Last night, I spent the fleeting minutes between consciousness and sleep by thinking of my future. In three months, I will be graduating from the university with a degree in English and with a heart full of hope and fear. Real independence has to happen to me yet and though college life has demanded it upon me, I am yet to discover the tolls and terminations of real life with a modest savings in my purse and that paper that says very little of my character. 

But I can imagine myself living alone and surviving through the little that I earn. My first job will not be my dream job. There even is a possibility that my first two years after graduation, I may be working on a series of first jobs and that’s fine. If there’s one thing that my degree has taught me is that when one loves one’s art, no service seems so hard. 

Unlike my peers with definite career paths to follow after graduation, like medicine or law, or being a nurse, my degree in English does not guarantee an immediate profession. Oddly though, I knew this even before I signed up for my major and this is what I loved about it. The possibility of being anything without being tied down to one thing. Yes, it will be scary but I will be okay. 

I am excited. And no matter how many times I've said it, I still can’t shake this feeling from my chest.