To be honest. I have so many Substack drafts its ridiculous. I hate my writing and truly…I’m not much of an editior or have the time and energy to draft these in a timely manner and have them come out beautifully with the intentions I had for them. I get bored and I care less with every passing day. In general, as a person…it’s who I am and who I’m not.
So for the next few lines or however many (at least until I finish my juice and head home) I’m just gonna write.
Here’s what I’m thinking in this moment:
It’s been difficult imagining the future of my career. It’s so blurry, I can’t even seem to daydream about it. Because truly— I just don’t know. I know what I want (I think?) but I just don’t know how I’ll get there or what it takes or how I should present myself. I know in my heart that maybe one day I’ll want to have my OWN thing. I just don’t know what that thing will be yet. Moot point, I know.
However, reaching the age of 24 is coming near and quickly. And I can say happily that I like the life I’m living. I like my jobs. I like my home. I like my friends. I’m in a good place with my family, etc etc. The winter was slow, but this spring picked up fast. The summer will be busy with my internship and all (the trips I’m hoping to get down) Pero like…at least it’s summer. Almost everything is perfect in the summer.
All this to say that yes, things still sometimes feel like they move aimlessly. But at least it's sometimes and not all the time.
Anyways, I’m already bored with this damn post.
Thanks for reading (: Stay tuned for all the drafts I may or may not post in the future!
Also— Congratulations to my friend Mia who just graduated from Barnard with a 4.0gpa?! Love you oomfita.