several rewrites of the initial sentence of this post. several days to even think about a topic to write about (still haven't really). several moments contemplating if i should even be writing because i have never been a strong writer. bits & bytes i understand but words were always hard.

a lot of severals later, i figured that the least i could do is start writing & letting my thoughts flow. the structure and layout will construct itself later.

i graduated college in may and felt the overwhelming sensation of accomplishment mixed with confusion. a large part of my being was tied to my clubs, jobs (god bless college radio), & college routine; without it i felt stagnant, just stuck. my goal was to just work and get through summer—i knew autumn despair was in the horizon when everyone goes back to college but i dont.

june (ok maybe i'll be alright), reunited with my childhood best friend, she lived two doors down in minnesota and we spent every moment together. conversed about life.. exploring LA together felt surreal. she said this one statement that really resonated with me, "you will not allow yourself to fail." sure at the moment it felt trivial but now i revisit that saying often. we both understood that we turned out exactly how we imagined as kids.

felt the weight of my career and the pressure of being authentic to my passions i had dreamt of before, i knew i had to make a change. turned 22 at the airport, went to new york mid july, if there was anywhere to make a change it was here.

its august, summer is ending. found new design projects that i am truly excited about, so grateful i am able to make a career out of my passions. also found comfort in being alone.

somehow its september, met lovely LA Riverians—made me wonder that if you seek community you can find it (making friends postgrad sucks, but its still doable don't get me wrong). still trying to figure it out but now starting to appreciate the journey. all i really needed was a couple of severals to get me started.

tanisha