Leah Q. Adult-in-Training

So, I’m done. With college I mean. In retrospect that intro was literally the most anti-climactic beginning ever. The sad part that’s sort of how it felt to finally be done, anti-climactic. However, the absolution of stress came after finishing my last ever Statistics final (let’s just say Math and I have had a heinous relationship over the years, there’s no trust there man). Then there was finance, a foreign language I was actually okay with interpreting. Let’s be honest once you get rid of conjugation and pronunciations tainted by my Wonder Bread-esque language abilities you have a manageable workload. Then there was Competitive Dynamics; an enigma from the beginning. A balancing act attempted by a person who can barely stand on one foot for more than 30 seconds. That’s a relatively small snapshot into my reality for the last six weeks. I’ve been a shell of my former self, maybe it was this summer heat. I actually feel like I’ve been melting. Once I walked out of the testing center ...

        So, I have to admit I’m about 25 minutes into being at this coffee shop and I had to mentally prepare myself to start this. Not necessarily because I was dreading it more so because I stayed out until 1 am last night and frankly I’ve been moving slowly all day. Now that the self-hype aspect of my day is out of the way let’s get into this.             After contemplating for longer than I should have to, I’ve deduced I started this blog four years ago (this fact was also confirmed after checking my archives). It started initially as my online journal, a diary that would attempt to hold me accountable and save me from the hand cramps that induced flashbacks to all the AP essays I wrote back in high school. It then transitioned into an abnormally honest way to process my emotions. What it’s become since then is hard for me to label. Cliched as it may sound this blog is a snapshot of my soul, an honest and...

        So I’m back in Bradenton for the weekend at my old “stomping grounds,” per se…Reality (minus the fancy wordage): I’m just in the same Starbucks I used to hang out in when I went to school here. Nina Simone in the headphones got my Cold Brew to the right at a forty-five degree angle from laptop. In my head this prevents condensation from making its way to my laptop but, really I’m just low-key OCD when it comes to the way things are arranged. Productivity is all about you’re environment or, so I hear. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. I feel like I’ve been in a funk lately. The beautiful yet tragic effects of social media are the continuous life updates of your friends past and present. So many of them are on this path in life that I could never imagine. Hell, it’s not even what they’re doing it’s that they seem to know where they’re going. If I could just get that into that place my anxiety would dissipate exponentially.    ...