heart to heart
Top: Vintage; Jeans: Banana Republic; Shoes: Banana Republic; Jacket: Vintage; Sunglasses: Quay; Bag: Coach; Ring: Hawk & Harper
I recently had drinks with a fabulous lady [more on her to come soon] who reminded me that moving across the country, right out of college, is no easy feat, and that I ought to give myself some credit. And I think for the first time it actually dawned on me- why yes, let’s give Rolanda some credit.
That being said, it’s officially been 6 months [going on 7] since I’ve called San Francisco my home. And in all honesty, I think I’ve done more self reflection and learned more about myself in these past 6 months of #adulting than I did in my entire four years of college. [Is that crazy?] Over lunch, I was telling a friend that I was totally caught off guard. My older friends always told me how great finally having an income is, how amazing it is to not have homework and to live on your own-according to your own rules. Now don’t get me wrong- these are all true things [especially the part about not being a perpetual broke college student] but couldn’t someone give a girl a heads up?
No one ever told me about the internal conflict of wanting to do really well at work all while not spending all of your time at work. And what do you do outside of work? This isn’t college so you have to actively join teams and clubs, and yes, pay for them. And then to top it all off, you’re supposed to drink 8 glasses of water a day, get 8 hours of sleep, oh, and exercise 3-5 times a week? And I didn’t even slot in social time yet!
Some days I miss the idea of just going to classes for the sake of learning [strategic brand management? consumer behavior? Sign me up!] Somedays I think to myself, wow- how cool is it that I get to work at a company that quite literally touches billions of people. And then, on other days, I fall somewhere in the middle.
No matter what, I’ll always feel grateful for where I am-how could I not be? But to be clear-I’m still very much figuring it all out. I’ll check back in at the one year mark [eep!] and hopefully, by then, I’ll have some idea about how a 401k works.
Photos by: Stan Schor
