Life after graduation is kind of like being trapped in a monologue. A one woman show in response to the inevitable "So what are you going to do now?" There is a feeling of dread that goes along with delivering that stale speech based on uncertainty. The more people ask, the more I want to jump out of my skin. Truth is, I have no idea what my plan is. I wish I could pause life and enjoy this moment of freedom, or skip to the part where my life is figured out. The worrying and wondering is no fun at all. For now, I'll avoid those thoughts and stick to what I do best: Netflix marathons and cooking. With wine. Lots of wine.
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