Schoolwork and becoming an adult is taking a dump on me =]
Vulgar? Maybe. An accurate description of my second-to-last semester in college? Yes.
Oh my god is it really my second-to-last semester in college?
I’m growing up!
Ok. Done with my stream of consciousness narrative.
Over the past few weeks I’ve had a difficult time accepting that I’m as far along in school as I am. I mean, I have more down time than I know what to do with, I have a pretty good financial plan for at least the next year, I am taking the final steps in my application to a two-year commitment with the Peace Corps, and I’m not having nervous breakdowns biweekly due to stress overload.
But within the past few days I realized that I’m not freaking out because I love my degree. It’s not that I’m not doing tons of work…it’s that I’m doing tons of what I love, so it doesn’t feel like work. My favorite piece of advice I’ve ever heard was something along the lines of “find a job you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.”
I’m living the dream.