My Vision

The past few days have been spent brooding over my lack of direction in life. As I contemplate going back to school (again) or leaving my current job (because it’s not what I want) to be a bum, I also find myself thinking about what it is I really want out of a career. At the moment, though, I don’t have much. In fact, the following is as far as I’ve gotten: Continue reading

Next Steps and New Journeys

I will have been a Master of Arts for three months as of tomorrow. In that three-month period I have:

  • Moved back to my hometown of Nashville
  • Not succeeded in cleaning my room
  • Gotten my learners permit
  • Started my first real big girl job
  • Succumb to stronger bouts of anxiety and depression
  • Struggled immensely with figuring out my place in the world

With all the changes occurring in my life as of late, I’ve forgotten how much I need to be careful of the stress and intense emotion that I often let build up inside. One way for me to process all of that is simply to write. So I’m rebranding this blog. Two years of graduate school have come to a close resulting in another degree and regalia straight out of the Hogwarts 1997 fall collection, and since I am no longer living in Hawai’i, my “Adventures in Aloha” are no longer the main focus of this site. Instead, these are my “Adventures in Adulthood.” I’m trying to figure out this whole “growing up” thing. So far, I’m not doing a very good job, but maybe my experiences, misadventures, failures, and hopefully one or two successes will be of entertainment, encouragement, and education to others. So here’s to the next step in my life’s journey. I’m going to need all the help I can get.

Cleaning House: Inside the Mind of My Younger Self

For the past five or so years, whenever I’ve been home, I’ve lived out of boxes and suitcases. During my undergrad years, I was rarely ever home long enough to constitute unpacking. If I returned with something I no longer needed, I simply set it down wherever there was room and jetted off to my next destination. This system proved terribly packrat-ish. Continue reading

Master Status

Wednesday was one of the more anxiety-filled days of my life. For the first time ever, I felt what it was like for my heart to have no clue what was happening while the rest of my body was like, “this is a feeling I do not like.” On the plus side, I avoided a panic attack. This is particularly good news considering that there might not be anything more embarrassing than potentially having a panic attack in the middle of the one meeting that will determine if you will be allowed to graduate with your Master’s degree. Continue reading

Declines and Risks

Just now, I made the hardest decision of my life to date. Harder than choosing to attend grad school. Harder than finally settling on where I wanted to go for undergrad. Harder than [insert something that’s not hard to decide on which results in a humorous reaction from the audience]. I’m not even sure I am capable of joking right now because I feel guilty and as if someone just punched me in the stomach. Why? Continue reading

A Place to Call My Own: Finding a New Home and a New Dream

As promised (on my Facebook to my family and friends), I am here to provide an update on my post-grad plans. With May just around the corner (a few corners actually…and what feels like a million red traffic lights), it’s no wonder the “what are you doing after graduation” question is surfacing now more than ever. Thus I am here to put your minds at ease. Continue reading

Words, Paint, and Restless Souls

I have officially completed a fifth of this semester. 3 out of 15 weeks doesn’t really seem like a lot, but being 20% closer to being done with this school year is certainly a step in the right direction. I think this semester will ultimately be a good one. Although busy for sure, things this time around seem so much easier to manage and a lot less stressful, at least in terms of school itself. Everything after that? Well…but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s take it back just a little bit. Continue reading

I Wish: The Adult Birthday Wishlist

In about a month and six days, I will be, reluctantly, crossing over into my mid-20s. I never agreed to this change (I never agreed to grow any older than 10 despite all of the years I sat around dying to be a teen), but it’s pretty much inevitable so I’ve got to suck it up and deal with it. Knowing that I am about to be one year closer to not having anything else to celebrate is a little daunting. Once you turn 25 and can rent a car and attend “grown and sexy parties,” there is almost nothing left to live for (please note that I am completely joking). Thankfully, I’ll just be a year below that. The good old 2-4. Not sure what happens there, but I guess we’ll find out next month. Continue reading