I’m at the end of the best three month vacation I’ll ever have, and wondering when I’ll get this much time off again. I spent most of it touring Asia and the rest taking on new hobbies and accomplishments back home.
So the intermission is over – what’s next? Act Two. The beginning of the rest of my life.
It’s a scary thought, moving into the real world. So scary that I know people who refuse to accept it, who go back for more school: a master’s degree, a PhD, or an entirely new bachelors. The understanding that come September, you won’t be giving up that four month co-op job and returning for another year of school with your friends… or that the length and timing of your summer and winter breaks are now dictated by your own allowance of vacation time, and not the prescribed schedule set out by the school administration.
But oddly enough, not me. I can’t wait to start. I can’t wait to suffer workaholic-ism, or be consumed and unavailable solely because I’m being too hardcore at work. That’s odd isn’t it?
I think I’ve developed an unquenchable thirst to do everything and see everything. To take ‘work-life’ balance to an entirely new level.
My new-found ambition is also my kryptonite – let’s just hope I don’t spread myself too thin.
Act Two
I’m at the end of the best three month vacation I’ll ever have, and wondering when I’ll get this much time off again. I spent most of it touring Asia and the rest taking on new hobbies and accomplishments back home.
So the intermission is over – what’s next? Act Two. The beginning of the rest of my life.
It’s a scary thought, moving into the real world. So scary that I know people who refuse to accept it, who go back for more school: a master’s degree, a PhD, or an entirely new bachelors. The understanding that come September, you won’t be giving up that four month co-op job and returning for another year of school with your friends… or that the length and timing of your summer and winter breaks are now dictated by your own allowance of vacation time, and not the prescribed schedule set out by the school administration.
But oddly enough, not me. I can’t wait to start. I can’t wait to suffer workaholic-ism, or be consumed and unavailable solely because I’m being too hardcore at work. That’s odd isn’t it?
I think I’ve developed an unquenchable thirst to do everything and see everything. To take ‘work-life’ balance to an entirely new level.
My new-found ambition is also my kryptonite – let’s just hope I don’t spread myself too thin.
New chapter, new blog. It’s that simple.
J