It has been one year since I graduated. It was a rough year trying to figure out which direction to head, but it seems that on the one year anniversary of my graduation things started to turn around or maybe I’ve just started to see things more clearly. When I think about my freshman year of undergrad I sometimes cringe at how scared I was, at how I wandered about not sure of what was going on. After a while, I got the hang of things and felt like I was really “in it”. I was “in it” in a way that when I walked around I felt like I finally figured out what I was doing (kind of). I found the missing piece and was no longer looking at this big world in awe and confusion. The world seemed to be a bit less complicated. When I think of that time when I felt like I was “in it” now, I think to myself, “woman, you still don’t get it…there’s more to come!”. Then another new and challenging thing came full force and I was back to that wandering point, back to that naivety.