Three months

Well, it's been three months. A lot has happened: I've graduated, I've moved, I've gotten one (possibly a second) job in retail, and I'm sitting around the house a lot with little to do outside of cooking and cleaning.

I have trouble reconciling all the self-help messages I'm faced with every day, all the signals that say "Now is the time to do something. This is your sign to make that major change in your life!" without feeling that I should be doing something safe and secure. I'm trying the safe and secure gambit now, and it doesn't seem to be helping that much. I'm hoping for a better job come September, but there's nothing secure promising that, either. Apparently the market tightens up when all the new grads come out of school, one life's little unfortunate coincidences, year after year.

So there we have it. A fresh-faced graduate with experience ready to go out in the world. With very little holding me down, this is when I'm supposed to take chances. With a pile of student debt, it's hard to take those chances; one would wait for s secure, well-paying job. I decided to wait, and thus far it has not gotten me far.

At least all this free time gives me time to cook. And read (which can now be called "obtaining product knowledge".)