Post Grad Life

May 22, 2014

Even though I’m living the post grad life these days, I still find it within myself think every now and then. My brain hasn’t completely shut down on me…yet. This week my mind has been consumed with thoughts of summertime, kayaking (my new favorite activity), flannel & how it’s good for literally every season, my hometown, inappropriate grammar usage, coffee dates, the twentysomething generation, and dandelions.

The cold, hard truth is that I tend to romanticize nearly everything. That being said, it is super easy for me to find meaning in the tiniest things…hence, dandelions. I found myself staring at them this week, because how could I miss them? They’re everywhere! But as I was subconsciously gazing at these tiny yellow flowers, I started thinking about how they got to where they are. Their entire existence is dependent on the wind or a tiny child’s ability to blow the seeds in a certain direction. With no choice in where they land, the dandelions bloom because their scientific makeup tells them to.

In thinking about the twentysomething generation, I think this is an applicable metaphor (more specifically, a simile). Our twenties are years often composed of changing minds, borrowed space, and less than ideal jobs. We are constantly reevaluating our viewpoints, sleeping on a friend’s couch, or changing our minds about our life goals and passions. The total sum of these endeavors tends to leave twentysomethings feeling restless and out of place. We, like dandelions, are scattered about with little to no direct control over our circumstances. However, I think we have a responsibility to “bloom” despite our misguided attempts to reach clarity and total purpose.

We owe it to ourselves and those around us to make the best of where we are while we’re there.

This is what I’m learning as I journey through the postgrad life. I find myself restless for clarity of purpose, but I am remembering to bloom where I’m planted, even if it doesn’t always make sense.

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