The last several days have been difficult. It seems that graduating from college is rather like coming home from a long, long, grueling travel. That's it! I feel like Bilbo coming home from his adventures with the Dwarves. That must have been quite an odd thing for him if you pause and think about it. He had gone from this quiet person who was more concerned with a good bite with tea, checking for his daily post, and the perfect bowl of pipeweed than anything else. He is then swept away without so much as a pocket handkerchief, the put into danger, adventure, foreign lands. He fights for his life.
Cornish isn't quite that crazy in the adventure that is the journey to a BFA however the bewilderment of finally being done must be quite the same. I haven't the foggiest idea of what to DO with myself. Obviously, I'm still working at my dear little theatre, but there is all this time to be accounted for. I can finish knitting and sewing projects that have languished for months, and years. I could spend all day watching movies and no one will get mad at me. There is no more homework. It's utterly baffling.
I have been out of sorts due to this change; crying spells, poor sleep, etc. Sweet and kind friends remind me that this is okay. There is no right or wrong way to feel about graduating college. I am pleased to have finally accomplished this goal, but never really considered how it might feel. You imagine it when you first start out, how the end goal will feel. Ultimately it feels so very far away. And it many ways, it is. Four years away. Before you know it, before you have time to turn around and draw a breath, there you are, standing at the cross roads seeking a new direction to turn.
Much of my life will remain the same. I'm living in the same place, loving the same man, working at the same job. Only there is more space for breathing, and feeling human, and doing life things. If I sit down and start thinking about all of them, it gets a bit overwhelming, so I have compromised with myself. One simple, super easy list each day. Something out of the house, something around the house, something so easy you can't help but accomplish it. When it's done, that's all one needs to do. Nothing more, nothing less. Breathing, just allowing myself time to be. Organising, ordering, cleaning, and arranging. Little silly things that give me peace of mind and help me remember who I am.
