Try taking a laptop, a decent internet connection, and several hours of the day hunting with a fatigued pointer finger until the glass routinely dries out and every nook has been rubbed out from cleaning solutions. It’s been a month since I graduated with a master’s, but it’s been 8 months of misfires and empty bottles. Where does anyone go from here? Those with years on me say to keep trying. Others who are very much well off tell me to aim lower. Everyone else either listens or nods cause we’re all just stuck at a crossroad.
There is no advice to offer and no book or speech can help me get out of this slump. Instead, we all can only hunker through it and attack from all angles while we lie on the floor hoping the fort we build will hold for the night. Eventually, we’ll come out the other side with something resembling a job whether we like it or not, but at least we’re on a path, some path. At the moment, we continue to stare at a screen, blinking aimlessly for keywords unknowing of the path because we’re to blind to see the faded yellow brick road. To blind because after years of following a strict regiment offered by those who we hope to unseat one day, we’ve forgotten our own purpose, our own reasons.
It may all just be a bout of negativity, but this is what holds us together. Knowing that the bricks are there, somewhere and knowing that someday we’ll get there. Wherever that there is supposed to be, we’re all on a path where we’ll meet up with a lion, a tinman, and a little dog who’ll help us fight the big bad witch at the end of the road.