that’s what it feels like. like the end of another chapter. only time will tell as always but for now, that’s my belief. i remember when i graduated from CAL and as much i as i love so much of the experience, deep inside i knew i couldn’t go back for graduate school. as a matter fact, i probably subconsciously destoryed any chance that I would be even accepted to any decent grad school.
will this be the last day of the cubicle, the prison cell of corporate america? actually, the real prison of corporate america is your own dreams. somewhere in the gold rush, i got real comfortable and the dream of my younger days were traded in for security and sensory comforts.
not to say that what i am working towards doesn’t include security or a comfortable living but there’s a mental freedom that allows you to really grow in ways that aren’t tied to a corporate infactstruture. I feel like i am using so many different skills and thought processes that even in itself is a very wonderful experience. naturally, the paradox of the process lies in that fact that i wouldn’t feel this super freedom if i didn’t do my time in corporate america. just like almost every experience of significant realization requires direct experience on both sides of the fence. to find the soulmate after decades of great jokes, to eat after days of fasting, to surrender to the spirit of after a lifetime of denial.