It is three days post-Thanksgiving. The tree is decorated, the lights are up, half the gifts are bought. Of all the things I accomplished this weekend, none of them involved ‘work’ work. But I did cook. And it was wonderful.
This weekend, I should have written my 15 page paper due in five days. I should have finished my half-written resume. I should have updated my website. I should have finished that CSS/HTML project I’ve been working on for too long.
I did none of these things. Fortunately, I don’t believe in ‘should.’ I do, however, believe in procrastination.
As I writer, I’m not great at transitions. I tend to jump topics without warning. I do the same thing off the page.
The problem isn’t the change. The problem is getting from one place to another without radically changing everything.
How to get from undergraduate degree to living in France for eight months? Spend a summer worrying and eating chocolate pudding for breakfast.
How to get from living abroad to moving home with no plans? Cry a lot.
How to get from a masters to what comes next? Procrastinate, apparently.
There are nine days until the end of classes, nineteen days until I graduate. It is time to transition. Once again, I am lost.
I will make jam. This is how I will transition. With jam. Lots of jam.