Thoughts from 40,000 feet

Hey, guy! It’s been a week since I last created a blog post. I traveled the week prior and let’s just say it got the best of me. But I’m back, and while there will be posts about my trip in the future, this post consists of a few thoughts I had on my eight-hour flight across the Atlantic.

As I was on my way to the airport, I couldn’t escape a sinking feeling. I had scrolled through Instagram numerous times that day just to see graduation pictures. Since I graduated undergrad last year and am graduating from grad school this year, you would think this wouldn’t be new to me.

Graduation in 2016 was surreal. I had put in so much work to graduate early, and it was so gratifying, but unlike some, my time in education wasn’t over. I knew I’d pursue a graduate degree.

This year that is no longer true. Which if I’m honest, that wasn’t the reason for my sinking feeling. I think I’ll live without having to take another test or write another paper.

What is difficult to live with is the idea that this chapter of my life is coming to an end. High school came and went, and I didn’t really love it so when it was over I didn’t care too much. But college has been the best years of my life thus far. My time in undergrad and graduate school have truly been fantastic, and I think what scares me most is that in my head I believe life can’t get better than that because life hasn’t been better than that.

I know it’s a sad thought and to some quite dramatic but for me very honest and real. I share this because I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way.

To this day college holds some of my dearest memories with such wonderful people and often times you hear people say, “Those are going to be the best years of your life.” But what about the other 40+ years I’m supposed to live after college? Will they be as exciting or is the best behind me?

I look at my parents and other wonderful mentors in my life, and while they can say college was fun, all of them also say life gets better.

So with that, I have come to the conclusion that life is always getting better. High school was better than middle school, college better than high school, and I guess, the rest of my life will be better than college.

It’s a hard concept to wrap my head around. What could possibly be better than four years of minimal responsibility, major trial-and-error when adulting, and wonderful friends to get you through?

Overall, the uncertainty of this new chapter of post-college living sparked my sinking feeling. But if you feel the same way, we ultimately have to believe that the best is yet to come. College, as great as it was, was simply an appetizer to the main course, the rest of our lives and everything that has yet to come.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that college and its memories will always hold a special place in our hearts, and though it’s hard to see it go, we should look forward to creating a new set of “best years of our lives.”

Until next time, get up, get moving, and live your best life.