The Day I Decided to Change

Here I am with a masters, over 40k in debt, and absolutely no job prospects. I live in a crap town because I moved here for a boy who has an awesome job, absolutely no debt, and a shiny Audi in the driveway. Oh yeah, and my bloody cat is missing. When I was in grad school, I was a god: I was able to teach, I put together a conference, and was even interviewed for the BBC. Ok, I wasn’t a god; but I felt like it. Now, I’ve de-railed and find myself being jealous over those employed by Sephora. This is not what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to do great things. The boy I moved for worked in an orphanage for a year in Guatemala while I lie that I worked for Habitat for Humanity on my résumé. Half of the student population at Berkeley lived in a tree to fight for what they believed in while I sometimes don’t throw my trash on the ground. The best memory I have of my life is doing the twist with Bill Nye the Science Guy but that’s far from great or charitable. It’s just a memory. So here I am wide-awake, while the boy sleeps, and I am determined to get back on track. I will do great things. This next year, I will give up sweets, get a 50k/yr job, and run my first marathon. It’s not “great” per se, but at least it’s a start.