Personal Reflection

What Are You Going To Do After Graduation?

I don’t know what I’m doing post-grad. It makes me anxious just thinking about it. But everyone and their dogs love to ask, “what are you going to do after graduation?”

I keep changing my mind. I can’t decide. Still, I’ll try to summarize my goals for 2019 in a nutshell.

My last semester starts in January and ends in April. That’s crazy. I’m so close to being done.

The graduation ceremony is in June. I wouldn’t miss that for the world.

Afterwards, I’ll probably work. I have no idea what or where. Regardless of my day job, I still plan to blog and write as much as possible next year.

I’ve never spent entire days or an extended period of time working on my own creative projects. Perhaps one day, I can get to a point where that’s possible.

On my hand, I feel like I need to work all the time. On the other, I also need to live my life. I’ll figure things out.

If I want to go back to school, I will. If not, I can find a job. I’d love to travel too, see more of the world.

Whatever I end up doing, I will do my best. And whatever I end up not doing is probably for the better.

Personal Reflection

I Don’t Know What I Want To Do After University

In September, I’m going into my fourth year of university. And I can’t stop stressing about what I want to do once I graduate.

When people ask me, I tell them I don’t know. I have no idea.

Maybe it’ll help to narrow down my options by eliminating things I don’t want to do.

I don’t want to do more university. I’d prefer sitting in an office than siting in a lecture hall.

I don’t want to travel the world. I do eventually, but I’m not in a position to right out of school. Even if I do travel, it won’t be too far or too long.

I don’t want to take a gap year. I understand other people’s reasoning for doing so. But I don’t have a good reason to take 12 months off. I’ve also been fortunate enough to have 4 months of summer that more or less give me a break from school.

Now to figure out what I want to do.

I want to work. I want to write and blog. Creating content is still so much fun.

I want to learn. As flawed as the school system is, I’ve learned a lot from it. Kindergarten to high school to university. I love learning on my own through reading and researching as well.

I want to grow. To be honest, sometimes I feel stuck. I don’t want to stay in one place. I dislike being stagnant. I hate regressing. I hope to improve. To get better, not worse. When I see myself growing, I feel a sense of satisfaction.

Regardless of what does or doesn’t happen post-grad, I aspire to be better.

Personal Reflection

General Resolutions 2016

Are you tired of these resolutions posts yet? This may or may not be the last one you’ll get from me in 2016.

Without further ado…

  • Stand more
  • Sleep more
  • Stretch more

On a more serious note…

  • Dance more

Okay I’ll be serious now…

  • Be kinder
  • Learn a new skill
  • Travel outside of Toronto

Make full use of those extra 24 hours.

Don’t take no for an answer. Don’t settle for less.

You can do this. Show 2016 who’s boss!

Creative Writing

Hands Of An Unseen Clock

There are no clocks here so every minute seemingly blurred into the next. With every second, it became hard to discern details of the outside world beyond the rounded windows. The panes of glass only served as a division of sorts. It separated everyone inside versus everyone outside.

It’s as if the passengers all signed an unspoken agreement before embarking. A crying baby who didn’t know any better occasionally broke the nearly tangible silence. The mother pacified the kid with soothing remarks. Sitting adjacent to the parent and child sat a young man. The corners of his mouth curled upwards. At one point, the baby fell into silence with the rest of us. Almost like a blanket, the silence descended upon the narrow compartment once again for the reminder of my trip. No one else broke the agreement.

We picked up speed. External lights flashed across the glass, serving to illuminate part of an old man’s face only to cast shadows on his other half.

I was sitting but still moving. Moving from one place to another, point A to point B. I never understood why traveling could be so tiring. My eyes were heavy. It became easier to let them fall than keep them open.

Humans are built for movement. We can stand, walk, and run if need be. People shouldn’t sit for two hours straight, flitting their fingers on a screen the entire time. There’s a need to keep moving, to actively engage in our voyage through life. Even though we travel faster on two wheels or four wheels, as opposed to our own two feet, staying in a tiny compartment starts to feel like confinement. The metal box turned into a place of incarceration rather than independence.

Bodies filtered in through the doors every now and then. Some people left only so others could enter.

Nothing stopped. Even the hands of an unseen clock ticked away.