Eryn the Language Detective

As a fresh college grad I thought maybe I could Julie&Julia by tracking my post-graduation path to employment. And then write a book about it of course, which will inevitably become a movie, consequentially making me an accidental millionaire, which conveniently precludes me from ever actually becoming employed...

I’ve LOVED not being in school. I love the lazy parts like waking up late, but also the freedom to be productive in whatever I deem is productive. I know this can’t go on forever…the popcorn and the ice cream will eventually catch up with me. I’ve launched into crafting, which is a great creative outlet, I still regularly crossword to keep my noggen thinking, I spend a lot of time researching possible futures, reading, and friendshipping. Ironically now that I’m done with school, my desire for knowledge has gone through the roof. Seems odd, but I’m so hungry for any little crumb of new information that all conversations have become scavenging grounds. I feel not only empowered, but responsible to use big words and think big thoughts. I think maybe this paradigm comes from being at a previously un-planned stage of life. For the first time I’m truly flying by the seat of my pants and life is literally what I make of it. That’s a lot of responsibility.

The girl voted “first one to get married” and “first one to have kids” in every grade is in the unpredicted state of offspring-less singledom. I mourned the loss of that “ideal circumstance,” and I’ve had to realize dreams that are only under my stewardship that I can do alone. Apparently the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams and I’m ready to embrace it.

My beautiful dream: FORENSIC LINGUIST.

Eryn the Language Detective. Aka Eryn the Potentially Unemployed…It’s a rather obscure position, and I’ve been informed my hiring potential will remain minimal even after whatever training I can find (i.e. more school, boo). That’s a dream murderer. Or rather, it would be if employment was the dream. (Don’t tell my dad…I just like learning…) I was asked if I’m still in the stage where I believe that I can leave college and land the job of my dreams. In response I coined my new job-hunting philosophy, I’m an “idealist graduate.” Reality may slap me in the face on this one, kind of like my “love idealist” phase…but don’t kill my dream already! Don’t read the 6 year old stories of how Cinderella died alone and Sleeping Beauty never woke up! For the love! I’m still planning on happily ever after. Please don’t make me lock my dream up in that big tower because you keep threatening to “just let him know what the real world is like.” He’s MINE and he belongs to ME, but we will both thrive if we know you will protect him from the nay-sayers. You wanted me to think and grow, so please don’t get cynical when my dream isn’t perfect. Or if it changes. Or I add new ones to the mix. Because quite frankly, I don’t plan on ever stopping.