Modern man's hustle
So where am I? Hustling, as I like to think of it. This semester taught me the value of making lemonade, when faced with a barrage of lemons from who/whatever is behind this thing we call life. Between almost not being able to graduate, applying to grad schools, and other personal matters, I didn't think I would survive. Luckily, things seem to be working out for me; I should graduate (if I keep my head in the game), I got into grad school, and things are going more or less according to plan.
Transition periods are times when you make some of the worst decisions of your life. By definition, any new situation is one in which you have no experience, and thus have little to guide you. My old man always said "there's no instruction manual to life". Dating for the sake of dating...not a good idea. Nothing bitter came out of it (Thank God), but it was just another thing to deal with. Life is best served simply, without too many dressings, seasonings, or garnishes.
As people get increasingly sentimental and nostalgic, I cannot help but react defensively: We are moving on, whether we like it or not, so its best to keep on moving, hustling, rolling with the punches. I'm ready and willing to officially start my own life, self-sufficient, and fully accountable for my actions. Here's to "growing up".
So now, I'm just working my ass off to finish up, looking forward to moving into my own place, and getting ready to bid farewell and adieu to you all. It's been some great times, and I have very few regrets that aren't tied to me just getting too drunk.I hope our paths cross at some point in the future.
All the best,
Kris
Transition periods are times when you make some of the worst decisions of your life. By definition, any new situation is one in which you have no experience, and thus have little to guide you. My old man always said "there's no instruction manual to life". Dating for the sake of dating...not a good idea. Nothing bitter came out of it (Thank God), but it was just another thing to deal with. Life is best served simply, without too many dressings, seasonings, or garnishes.
As people get increasingly sentimental and nostalgic, I cannot help but react defensively: We are moving on, whether we like it or not, so its best to keep on moving, hustling, rolling with the punches. I'm ready and willing to officially start my own life, self-sufficient, and fully accountable for my actions. Here's to "growing up".
So now, I'm just working my ass off to finish up, looking forward to moving into my own place, and getting ready to bid farewell and adieu to you all. It's been some great times, and I have very few regrets that aren't tied to me just getting too drunk.I hope our paths cross at some point in the future.
All the best,
Kris