01/11/2025
12 years ago today, I graduated after finishing earlier that year.
I'd pushed myself hard, to complete, to graduate.
To finish what I started.
But towards what?
I had no idea, not when I finished my last exam.
Zero.
I was lost and directionless.
I was overwhelmed and felt the pressure to make BIG choices.
Into a big, scary world.
There was a disconnect. Between the neat little box the world thought I ought to fit in. And the messy, 'what box?' ideas that I have deep in my soul, many of which I'm still figuring out.
When I finished that final exam, I shared my home with my three beautiful shelties, Bracken, Jet, and Millie. We'd had our struggles, though different than what was to come, and we had long since discovered dog sports.
At the time of my graduation, Rio, my little whirlwind, had been with us for a couple of months.
But more than that, I had no certainties about what post uni life would be.