Flannery O’Conner once said, “I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” This blog has been a space to publicly think out loud. It has challenged me to refine fleeting thoughts by putting them into some sort of order. Especially because I am living through days that most often feel devoid of purpose. During these times I have found myself understanding the lyrics “We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time / It’s miserable and magical.” And though some will be outraged that I quoted Flannery and T Swift in the same paragraph, I assert that they have both spoken truth to me. They have both experienced at least a part of the times that I am now living through, and they used the best way that they knew how to empathize with and encourage others – their words.
They have challenged me to do the same. So here goes nothing. I am a recently graduated twenty-something. I don’t have a job. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m living with my parents. I lived four years of my life writing research papers and reading Shakespeare, attending recitals and counseling freshmen, spending every holiday on mission trips and serving in my community, going to football games and working 20 hours a week, rushing to 8 am classes and being a leader on campus. Now I find myself sleeping ‘til 10 o’clock every day and watching too many episodes of The Gilmore Girls, eating chips and onion dip for breakfast and living in my sweats. Because it feels like something ended but nothing started.
People don’t tell you about this part. Maybe because it happened to them so long ago that they forgot about it. Or maybe they were married and working by 18 and never experienced the awkward dance of independence and confusion that twenty-somethings in 2014 are stepping through. Regardless of why, I wasn’t warned. I was told “Things are just downhill after you graduate,” and “You’re about to join the ‘real world’ now,” and other patronizing platitudes, but no one told me about the in between time. The time when you would be absolutely thrilled to be thrust into the fray of the boring “real world” but you’re still waiting to hear back from the interview. The time when your identity as a student has been politely taken from you and replaced by a diploma with your university’s official emblem on it and now you have no idea what the heck to do next or who on earth you are.
This is the time when you have to intentionally decide every day that you will not give into worry and you will spend your hours in beautiful and purpose-filled ways. A wise man once told me that we are constantly living in the in between times. They never stop. And what we do with them now will determine what our future looks like.
I’m writing this in my enormous navy blue sweatpants. At 6 pm. I’m nowhere near the poster child for those mugs that yell “carpe diem!” But I want to start. I need to start. And like Flannery has taught me, writing all this is the best way to understand where I am, and consequently where I need to go from here.
I know I’m not alone in this. If I was, I would have saved these words to my documents and never attempted to publish them for you to see. So whether you’re a fresh out of university twenty-something or a seventy-something straight out of retirement or anywhere in between, let’s remember this: what we do on the days that seem to hold no significance will reflect greatly on what we do when the job finally comes through, or the baby is finally born, or the house finally sells.
So let’s take joy today. Let’s do what we love today. Let’s do what is hard today. Let’s refuse to waste time thinking something bigger is coming, but instead embrace this in between time and LIVE.