I collapsed a few moments ago in an overstuffed chair at the local Barnes and Noble. One hand clutching a soy pumpkin spice steamer in honor of the fall holiday, the other clutching Carmine Gallo’s latest musing: “The Innovation Secrets of Steve Jobs.” I planned to eat a cinnamon scone and sample the book I would inevitably purchase but I noticed something across the way. At a table across from me sat a guy near my age paging through a pile of books. When I looked at the spines I quickly realized he was studying for the GRE. Holy crap! That was me a year ago! The unexpected brush with history gave me pause to reflect on the past year.
In a year I’ve proven my ability to survive on my own, I’ve worked in a top 20 market television newsroom, I completed 75% of a Masters Degree, and I’ve stumbled into a career. Holy cow, and those are just the top level things. Ironically, this time last year I would have never seen the future that awaited. I’m convinced these little moments are the stuff dreams are made of. The times you stop and go “Whoa baby!” The secret they don’t teach in college is one that I half understand why they don’t teach it, that to each their own, the secret is slightly different. For me it’s this, do what you love, go with the flow, and life will carry on with or without you. Still I find myself fretting about the little things, but for thus moment, with my steamer and my book, at least here and now I find some calm. 🙂