One year later and I feel as though I do not have much to show for myself or my blog. I became lackadaisical in updating on at least a MONTHLY basis (regardless of me notating that I wouldn’t be updating regularly).
One year later and I have a degree in marketing and no job with an office or cubicle to hang on my diploma. Every job search that I have done thus far has either come up empty or has been misleading as to what the company actually wanted from me (Seeking Marketing Associate for sales-management program).
One year later and I gained 20 pounds from my senior year of college and 10 pounds from being lazy, eating good food, and general life stress. Thankfully, I lost those 10 pounds and am currently pursuing to lose the other 20 and placing a restraining order on them. For some irony, I gained the last 10 pounds soon after I joined a gym, but my workouts are finally kicking some butt (probably because I’m going more regularly and I’m kicking some butt).
One year later and I still hang with the same people almost every weekend and I don’t mind it at all. Chill evenings can sometimes outrank even the most funnest of nights out. When was the last weekend that I stayed in the entire time? I can honestly say that I do not remember.
One year later and I’m still the same person I was before. People may have said that I have changed, but in all honesty, it was that I didn’t change for them. I have lost some close friends and I have gained some new acquaintances; isn’t that how the world works or the cookie crumbles?
So I sit before you one year later and I am still the same person now that I was 364 days ago, except one year older. Coincidence? No, just life at it’s finest.