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The future is now.

Thinking about my future used to consist of me closing my eyes, imagining an ‘after college’ life that I could only dream of.  Living in my apartment or with a significant other outside of Memphis, this place I once hated.  Writing, because writing is the end-all, be-all.  Writing is what I am.  My future would be filled with happiness and love.  My future would be perfection because I would be the person I have always wanted to be.

I am not going to New York or California.  I am not going to spend my summer huddled in a perfectly-sized apartment by the beach, knocking out the next great American novel.  After the end of this week winds down I will be left with palms open to the sky, attempting to catch answers to the extreme multitude of questions I am asking.

I am at a loss of who I am or what I am supposed to be doing.  I long to travel and escape, but I also long to stay and wrap myself in the comforts found in my old, familiar life.  The world is huge and terrifying, and I am just one person.  I am just me, and the future has become the present.

By no means am I disappointed with my life or the decisions I have made.  I would never seek to turn back and change anything that I have done.  Everything, even my glorious, horrible mistakes, has helped me become the person I am.  Or, that is, the person I am becoming.  Whoever that is.

This is my life at a crossroads.  Finishing college in a few months, either continuing a job or claiming a new one, moving into a new house.  In the lack of the structure of University life, I am already feeling antsy. 

College defines who we are.  I am a college student, I am a sorority girl, I am, I am.  Now, as new graduates, we must seek to define ourselves out of college as we are pushed into the future – into a world we thought we knew or think we know.  And so we feign our maturity and preparedness, walking wide-eyed into these new, open spaces.


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Who are you?  What do you do?  What is your story?
We are asked these questions all of the time.  As human beings we are enthralled by the human condition and what makes us ‘us’.  We want to know how other people define themselves so we can, in turn, define ourselves.

When is the last time you told your story?

Telling your story can be difficult.  It can force you to pull up things about yourself that you may not necessarily like.  Perhaps your story doesn’t seem to be headed to a happy ending.  Your story may seem more like a tragedy, or a dark comedy.

However dark your story may seem to be, telling your story in some form is important for not only others, but also for yourself.


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I’ve decided to bring back More Mondays, a weekly post series that will hopefully help you to beat the Monday blues!  Featured in this post: Girls, xoJane, Pinterest, Big Hugs and Juice.  Yes, Juice.


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Got Cover Letter questions?  I have Cover Letter answers.


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sculpture-center:

Justin Lieberman, Super Supplemental #19, 2012. Collage mounted on canvas. 85 x 62”. Courtesy the artist.

Lieberman’s S. A. C. (Student Art Collective) currently participates in SculptureCenter’s 2012-2013 In Practice program, culminating in an exhibition of new work. Double Life opens at SculptureCenter on January 13, 5-7PM and runs through March 25.


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