Recently, I’ve come to the realization that despite being a year and a half out of college, the post grad adjustment takes time. And by time, I don’t mean “getting over the freshman year hump” amount of time, but more like adulthood is a constant adjustment. I don’t really know when this adjustment period ends, or if it ever actually ends. With our whole lives ahead of us, there are so many things we haven’t even come close to experiencing yet. One thing I do know though, is that every day I do experience the “grown up world” (cheesy, I know), I feel a little more confident in myself and what I’m capable of.
One major adjustment that I’ve had to make lately is accepting that sometimes, we have to do things that we don’t want to do. If you wake up and you don’t want to go to work in the morning, you can’t just email your professor and let them know you’re not feeling well. And even if you actually aren’t feeling well, you pretty much are still expected to go to work.
Except if its like the bubonic plague. They’re usually cool with you missing work for that.
All jokes aside…as I mentioned in my last post, I haven’t been feeling too well lately. My doctor told me I had to get a blood test, and there is nothing more I hate in this world than blood leaving my body in any form. Even the tiniest most nonexistent paper cut makes me feel faint. One time, I had dried smoothie on my leg that I mistook for dried blood (how it got there, I’ll never know). I went into a panic and made my roommate run in Dunkin Donuts with me to clean off my “cut”. Needless to say, it was a little embarrassing.
Yesterday, I finally went to get the dreaded blood test. I’m so lucky that I have the best Dad in the world who also happens to work in the same city as me. Despite hating blood himself, he met up with me and sat through the whole appointment while I cried (hysterically), and gave me pieces of candy corn after I almost passed out. He’s the best.
Going into the test, I wanted to do nothing more than run out of that office and as far away as possible. But like I said, growing up involves being brave and doing things outside your comfort zone. Instead of going home to sleep off how nauseous I felt after I was done, I grabbed a few pastries from Whole Foods with my Dad and headed back to the office. Not only did I finish out the work day, but I ended up voluntarily staying late. Despite feeling not so great at the end of the day, I was so proud of myself for doing something that terrified me, and for not letting it slow me down.
The growing pains of becoming an adult are tough, but so worth it. My advice? Do things to challenge yourself everyday (except blood tests). You may surprise yourself!