It’s a cool morning in my sleepy college town. The wind is gentle and the air smells sweet. Down the street, a symphony of five chihuahuas barking at every car that drives by is reaching its crescendo, as the owner has finally come home from morning errands.
It’s those crucial days before the cold air really sets in where the weather is warm in the afternoon and freezing in the morning. I like to think of this as fall, but in we only have two seasons in Texas, summer and summer lite.
In a little over a year I am going to graduate college, the arduous task finally over. And I will join the league of educated 20 somethings who have no idea what the next step is.
Of course, me, Rubab Raza, anxiety personified is worried about this step.
And so I ponder, what is next?
God I wish I could tell you.
I am reminded of the passage from Sylvia Plath’s book “The Bell Jar.” In the passage the author discusses the choices she wants to make and how unbelievably hard it is to just chose one.
Below is an excerpt of my favorite quote from the book. (I recommend clicking the link and reading the beautifully illustrated comic.)
Lately, it’s been hard to decide which way I should be going, what steps I need to be taking.
Do I want to stay in my beloved Dallas or should I move to a different state, or another country?
There’s so many figs on the tree, and I cannot chose for fear of missing out on something else. It is maddening.
I am certainly blessed to live a life where I get these choices, where I can pick whatever path I want to go down and am not limited to stereotypical choices.
I have options, and with those options comes uncertainty.