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THE ADULT SPLAAH.

dis dat splaah. it's dat splaah right there.

 i keep saying, like some consciousness trapped in the same moment for eternity, that i finally got an internship which could lead into full time employment if i knock it out of the park.

 and it's hard. 

 not the internship, so much. i mean, it is something of a culture shock because ya boi was without purpose for over a year and saw his whole life fall apart meanwhile. 

 but the work does full engage me and i enjoy it because it plays right into my intuitive strengths and what i studied.

 the challenge comes in when it means being an adult; finding a place to stay, financial independence, making time and effort to self care - stuff that i didn't need to worry about a decade ago.

 i went from waking up at 07:00 on the daily with absolutely no plan to being in the office at 08:00 to comb through whatever work they put in front of me.

 i feel like i'm at another foundational point of my life and this is a really good opportunity to put some calcium in the bones of the skeleton i'm building so the muscle has a strong frame. 

 you know? 

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