I find that the next six months are a transitional period, where I must adjust to the reality of living. As far as I have known, my life has been relatively planned. Each year of my childhood has an anticipated grade ahead of it, another planned year of study, through college. And as I now find myself facing graduation, I find that there is a certain desire for me to desperately seek graduate school or something. I don't have a plan. I don't have my schedule plotted out for me 6mo at a time. So what?
I'm trying to embrace the truth: that life is, and always has been, uncertain. This illusion of control is a falsity, and I'm trying to combat it by holding the truth like fire. I'm trying to live day-to-day, realizing that things will unfold as they will.