ani ruhama

Having completed my last final, I’m considering myself to be a college graduate. Hip hip hooray. It’s rather anticlimatic. I just move out of the dorm today and tomorrow, work on Friday, sleep for two days, and start work full-time on Monday. Ah well…it’s nice to be done.

I think I forgot to mention that I have a beautiful apartment. Yes, I’m officially staying in the area upon graduation (which I have arbitrarily determined to be 3 days from now, the date of my last final, as December grads don’t get a ceremony). I went to every single Goodwill in Lexington and the Salvation Army yesterday. I’m having difficulty furnishing my apartment on a low budget. However, my inventory is slowly growing… I have a sleeper sofa, futon, short dresser, coffee table, end table, papazan, and the always-necessary Christmas tree.

And while I still couldn’t tell you what I’m doing with my life, I at least know what I’m doing with the next year or so. Everyone else already knew before I admitted it to myself, but yes, I’ll be staying at the Help Desk as a full-time technician. For a long while I was hesitant to do so, as I feared it would be an abandonment of my goals (social work, grad school, all that jazz). But somewhere along the way I realized that I could go searching for a job I may or may not enjoy, but I’m already happy where I am. Most of our lives are spent in a futile chase after that elusive ideal known as contentment. So if I’m already content in this moment in time, why would I abandon that for the unknown? Eventually, I’ll go to grad school for my Master’s of Social Work and get a job that lies in the social services. But I don’t need to yet, because I’m happy and blessed today. And besides, dealing with irate end users requires more social work skills than half the social work jobs I could do.

So now I’m just sorting through the apprehension that comes with the great abyss of Life stretching in front of me. I’m almost looking forward to it.

It’s my twenty-first birthday, and I’m celebrating with a shot of alcohol. Nyquil, to be precise.

Yup…I’m special, and got terribly sick on my birthday. Either a really bad cold or the flu…due to the aches all over my body, I fear the latter. Along with a fever. And a sore throat. And dizziness and shakiness and everything else that comes with being sick on one’s twenty-first birthday (or any other day of the year).

But Sharon gave me a beautiful birthday present, a board game titled “Shots and Ladders”, complete with six shot glasses as game pieces. I decided to put it to some appropriate use, and took my dose of Nyquil in one of the glasses. I’m about to get really loopy in about 10 minutes when it kicks in. So I should probably end this post and get in bed. Cheers.