This past week or so has, without a doubt, been the best week of my life. I got engaged (yay!), snagged a full-time, post-college job I’m actually excited about, and my family is finally adopting my younger brother, who we’ve cared for for most of his life. In the past 7 or 8 days, the biggest things I’ve been praying for and dreaming about for weeks, months, and even my entire life have fallen straight from the hands of God and into my gracious little lap.
Despite my excitement, I’m unsure if all of this is really happening. I mean, what more could a girl ask for? Like, ever? I know I’m a little bit of a skeptic, but everything seems way too good to be true. And while everything is just awesome lately, these recent milestones serve as a glaring signal that I’m getting older and (gasp!) growing up.
I don’t know why I fear the impending earmarks of adulthood, or if it’s a normal part of post-grad stress. I think that I’ve dedicated myself to my education for so long that I’m unsure of who I am and what I want now that it’s over. As if graduating was like snatching the rug out from under my feet, revealing a deep, dark, & unknown abyss.
On the bright side, I know that I’m extremely lucky for all of my blessings. Most of my post-college counterparts are stuck at their in-school jobs, or unable to find work at all. I have an amazing fiance that’s sworn to stick by my side as I navigate the uncharted, adulthood waters. I have a family constantly offering advice, support, and help seeing through the storm.
I think part of the problem with the whole new-job thing is that I have no idea what I’ll actually be doing. After working in restaurants, retail and coffee shops for so long, I always have a general grasp of proper practices & etiquette whenever I start somewhere new. I know how to run food, pull a perfect espresso shot or make a low-key sales pitch on the spot. But for the first time in a long time, I’ll be a total newbie. I’ll have to learn everything from scratch.
I’m glad I have a solitary Sunday to get a grasp on all of the ramblings and emotions floating around my head before I start the new job. It’s for an awesome company and is a half-way point between my house and the beach (score!!!) so I’m overly excited to begin my career. I feel a little out of whack at the moment, but it’s okay – because I know that I can’t possibly be the only girl on the planet that feels this way.
Wish me luck,