I always thought time would slow down after I graduated, and that I'd be sulking in boredom over the glacial speed my days occurred at. Boy, was I wrong😳. It has been nine months since I left school, and saying that makes me queasy. On the one hand, I am proud to say that in those nine months I have still found ways to participate in the world and seek out my passions. However, there's so much that feels up in the air about who I am and where I'm headed. I guess nearly a year seemed like enough time for me to get this adulthood shit together. Enough . Oof, can't tell you how many times I agonize over that word. We live in a society that has developed this hustle mentality, and if one isn't utilizing the majority of their time toward their personal and professional goals, they ought to be doused in guilt. Unsurprisingly, I did leave college believing that my self-worth was tied to my productivity; nine months, and I'm still struggling to throw that beli