One Day At a Time

I know it’s been a while since I wrote one of these. I sort of fell into my thesis and couldn’t get out for a spell. But I got through that and now I am glad to say I have an a Masters of Fine Arts degree, we shall see what that means exactly for this girl in transit in time I suppose.

And now I find myself starting a new chapter of my life. I am once again standing on the edge of uncertainty as I try to plot my next move. The thing is, I’m not a long-term planner. I never really have been. I figure out what I need to do in the immediate future, to say, pay my rent, or keep me from going home to my parents tail between my legs.  But long term goals such as say, having a five-year career plan, has never really been my thing.

Of course as I get older, it seems like I should be planning everything out more. I mean I have friends who are doing the whole grown up person thing. They have goals and careers, and life plans… all those things that seem to be so ephemeral or nebulous in my current situation.  It’s not that I don’t have goals, or dreams; I think they are just more fluid than other peoples.  I tend to follow my gut and take leaps hoping that the universe will catch me. It has served me well, but I can’t help but wonder if this trait, which undoubtedly made me seem passionate and courageous in my early twenties, seems a bit flaky and haphazard now that I am suppose to be a grown up type person.

Oh well. It’s quite common for me to get all analytical when I face a new chapter.

Here’s to another round of adventures and self-discovery. If nothing else, I will get some more blog entries from it!