Each begins with some creative quip or funny experience, but invariably they drop-off in quality at the part that I tie the opening paragraphs to the section that actually matters.
While it would be difficult to argue that my life has in any way significantly slowed since the pre-April 12th days (aka the days before my thesis was due), I am spending considerably less time undisturbed in a research cave. Lack of human interaction encourages use of other outlets to process life…like blogging. Hence the plethora of thesis-complaining posts and absence of anything since then.
But more importantly, I think there’s been less to record. Despite finishing school, moving, and settling into what will be my life for as long as the immediately foreseeable future holds, everything simply is, and I’ve been waiting for it.
I finished school sometime at the end of May, but my thesis eclipsed all other schoolwork in importance sometime in early October. After thesis, none of it mattered any more.
By the spring, I started experiencing some kind of mental whiplash for attempting to fully live in the worlds that were work and school, knowing that I couldn’t fully commit to either. I could remember everything on the church calendar for the next three weeks, but I’d consistently double-book my own schedule because school and work never merged in my head. I willfully chose to try to make the most of what was left of school, but my friends were as aware as I was that my heart wasn’t in it anymore.
I’ve been teased for my lack of sentimentality, which is probably fair. One of the last times I spoke with Prof. Elphick, I went to great lengths to assure him that I didn’t regret my Wesleyan education. Near-complete lack of resources for anything I really cared to study is unfortunate, but learning how to ceaselessly defend and protect myself has got to count for something.
But the truth is, I love a challenge. Sometimes, I love a challenge so much, I bypass the transitions, because what’s next or could be is always more exciting.
This doesn’t deny the importance of the present. In fact, it elevates the importance of the present, because it articulates dreams that are still too splotchy to yet fully-explain as challenges instead of directionless aspiration. It frames the present in the realistic context of what could be.
Some of what I’m working toward are very old dreams, some are clearer than they once were, and some I finally just know how to pursue; and while I’m still drawing the plans, there’s no doubt that it’s a beautiful place to be.