I just woke up from the most decadently intoxicating, hazy-ass nap. You know the kind — you wake up and have no idea where you are or why you even chose to go to sleep at 3pm, but it feels like an easy 90 degrees in your apartment so you rip off your clothes and sit on the living room floor…pantless…furiously tearing the soft peels off of a million Cuties tangerine (mandarin?) thingies.
I decided now was as good a time as any to start blogging here again. I have a problem with waiting for the “right” time but there is no such thing. I made the “official” announcement on Youtube in a fit of inspiration and as a result of soaring sugar high, but as you can see on the video, it’s been over a month since that and I’m just now writing a blog post.
I’ve been absent from this slice of the Internet for damn near 5 months. That’s approx. 3.5 years in Internet Time, girl. Dedicated blogging (as opposed to my word vomit on Tumblr) felt laborious and yucky and I was trying to be all encouraging Oprah Life Class on dat azzz, but in reality, I felt like poop. Poop!
I graduated college and didn’t really know what to do or how to get there. I was accepted into a “newbie reporters of the world” type of program and wasn’t offered a job at the end of the gig. I wanted to go to New York to live in Magical Black Brooklyn and commune with the fly people worthy of a million notes on Tumblr. That didn’t pan out (and I haven’t bothered to ask why).
I just sat at home, day in and day out, sometimes freelancing, sometimes not. Sometimes looking for jobs, sometimes not. This went on for a year, broken up only by the productivity of that summer in Phoenix. I didn’t feel like writing about that. Who would want to write about that? I HAVE BROUGHT DISHONOR TO MY FAMILY, MULAN!!!
My parental units never actually made me feel like that, by the way. Ashamed or like I was somehow less than. They get 100,000 gold stars in parenting – I know it must have been rough. Stepping on eggshells because not only am I a Leo, but keep in mind that I’m an artist *points to you to finish the quote*
Then one fateful day, through no voodoo of my own, I get an email from my former internship supervisor. There’s a job opening. If it’s my thing, I should apply. So I did. Then a phone interview. Then a face-to-face interview. Then a “you got the job”.
In less than a week, I went from
Hopeless in Seattle Jobless in Texas to shopping for renter’s insurance, stuffing all my crap in my Toyota, and running through Ikea like a madwoman. I had one day to find a place to live. I moved back to the city I went to school in to work for a company I had an internship with. It’s so disgustingly full circle that sometimes I look up and ask The Ancestors why that one year dry spell had to happen. But I gotta trust my struggle or whatever people who are already successful say…
It’s been almost two months since I started the job, and things are going ok. I always feel like I’m slacking, but I’m not sure that feeling goes away for people like me. Some of y’all already know where I work and that’s cool — I’m personally not going to blast it over the internets though. We’ll cross paths all in good time.
So that is my update. I have my first Big Kid Job, the kind where I’m in charge of something, not just following orders. It’s scary. I have my first apartment, paid my first electricity bill ($200 initiation fee, Austin? gtfoh) and did all those firsts that will probably turn into future blog posts and videos and discussions.
Got a lot of things on my to-do list if I want this blog to improve and be a real thing. Checking The Post College Life email would be a good start. *crickets*
But yeah, that’s The Post College Life hiatus explained. If you have any suggestions for content or topics or anything like such as, I would tell you to email me, but you know what — just holla at me on Facebook.