No fears: the fact that I haven't turned into a giant green rage-machine yet means I'm probably not going to turn bitter and jaded on my first day back from my graduation hiatus (which was less of a hiatus and more of a mini-family reunion fiesta). Point is: graduation doesn't happen in that ceremony with the magic pixie dust and the fake diploma. I liked the ceremony; don't get me wrong. But that's only part of it. Graduation is a state of mind - a place of accepting that college and the work world have far more in common than people give it credit for, but is vastly different in ways that needs transitioning. So far, I haven't had a major existential crisis. I have realized that I deeply need to reevaluate what I thought I wanted to do as far as day jobs go (writing, of course, being my main focus and the job that slowly consumes my soul). I know that I don't really have a plan for... anything (except that I WILL FIND A WAY TO SEE CORIOLANUS IN LONDON. I WILL FIND A WAY). And yet I'm not scared terribly stiff. I'm mostly just excited.
Finally I NEED to stop doing these soul-searchy blog posts. So this is the last one (I hope - no promises. Every time I say I'm done for sure, I end up prolonging the topic). Back to fandom stuff soon, I should think. And considering it's still technically Tuesday as I write this, I owe you all a Wednesday post. Let's see if I can actually accomplish that with what's destined to be a fiasco of a morning at my apartment building...