“Sleep is for the weak. I’m gonna sleep for a week.”
I’m not sure where the quote came from or the circumstances in which it came up in conversation. All I know is that it was the mantra my friend and I would quote during our journey at Full Sail University. While we were in class we carried the attitude of, “sleep is for the weak,” but as soon as we graduate we are going to sleep for a week.
That week has finally arrived and yet I don’t feel relieved. I’ve rested, watched TV and movies, completed jigsaw puzzles, read books, and most importantly–I spent time with my family. Something still feels off.
Even now, as I sit here trying to organize my thoughts into something coherent I am unsure exactly what it is that I am feeling.
I had a good time and I enjoyed learning. That much is clear to me. I liked most of my professors and I hope to stay in touch with quite a few. That is also clear to me.
While I am relishing the lack of deadlines and mountain of homework, I’m afraid the dam broke. With that barrier gone, the tsunami of projects and possibilities has caused me to nearly drown. Luckily, I’m a good swimmer.
For so long I’ve been juggling work and school and a family full time. Any idea for a story that has come up hasn’t received much of my attention and now that school is over, all of those ideas came bubbling back up to the surface. The only way I can sort through all of these things effectively is to treat it like school–one month at a time and one week at a time.
I know I have a long road ahead of me and there are so many other things I can say but all I want to do is get started.
But before I go, I do want to give a brief shout out to my friends and family that stood by me through this whole process.