November marks six months since I graduated college.
When I say it in my head, it sounds like a mile marker –– as if six months was actually six eternities & wasn’t college such a riot back in my younger, far-removed days? But when I stop to think about it, I know better than that. Six months is the blink of an eye, & in another quick six it’ll be a year & that’ll be here before I know it & then 10 more on its heels. These past six months have been just a taste, the tiniest bite into the rest of my life. And I can’t believe I’ve come so far, done so much, in these short days.
I started my post-collegiate life, like many these days, unemployed.
Then, I spent some time at home in Charleston.
I came back. Started a dinner group.
I got a job.
I got another job.
I got another job.
I quit the first job.
I fell in love.
I went back to Charleston.
I saw Josh Garrels in Nashville & Passion Pit in Memphis.
I expanded my mentoring ministry & got it going off the ground.
I attended two weddings.
Filmed two more.
Shot several engagements.
Produced a video for an area nonprofit.
Read halves of books. At least six of them.
Started a fashion column.
I turned 22.
I traveled some more.
These past six months have been the craziest, most emotion-packed, tumultuous time of my life. But they have been golden. There have been other monuments along this road, & there will continue to be. But as I look back on these days, the best part of it all is that it’s over. I graduated. I got a job. I survived, & I’m still surviving.
Life doesn’t begin after college any more than it ends there. Life goes on, like it always does, & as scary as the changes appear –– & they always do appear something frightful –– six months down the road, it’s hard to remember what it was you were so afraid of.
This year, I’m thankful for where I am. Right here & now.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.