On Like, Post Grad Stuff

Hi guys! Hope you all had great weekends. Oh, and Mondays, too.

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I want to thank, sincerely, each and every one of you that has personally come up to me regarding this whole blogging thing. Seriously, wether you love them or hate them or just know I make them, it means the absolute world to me that I reach you in any way at all. I have this funny relationship with these disclaimers, because they feel just a teeny weeny bit like not-so-Humble-brags – so if you’re feeling that way reading this, I’m with ya. Let me know. Or don’t.

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I was supposed to post yesterday. Okay, not really supposed to on account of nobody’s really making me do this – but I’m trying for consistency here! As somebody who appreciates consistency, I’ll be the first to admit my admiration is more of a grass-is-always-greener-kinda-sorta-because-I-forget-to-water-my-own-grass-sometimes-cut-a-girl-some-SLACK-I’m-human!!! kind.

Can’t change unless you admit you fail sometimes. So there you go. Will try not to do it again, am cognizant that I may, in fact, inevitably do it again.

(side note, anyone else feel like that Z just looks wrong in cognizant? It’s not, but doesn’t it kinda feel like it is?)

Anyway, if I do do it, I’ll own up to it. Slow and steady wins the race, right?

My alumni weekend was this past weekend. It rocked. It didn’t, however, cause me not to post, contrary to popular conversation online regarding kids (adults sounds too weird I was literally enrolled in school three months ago)  and attending their alumni weekend(s).

Nope, I didn’t post yesterday because even after checking my email for two hours early in the morning, like usual, scheduling my coming month, and working on some content – I didn’t realize the actual date of yesterday (the  25th), received a call that I was expecting today (which I believed was the date of yesterday, hopefully you’ve caught on to this), jumped in my car and drove an hour and a half to a meeting that I’d been preparing for all week.

I’m early for quite literally everything. Everything. I’m serious, my biggest pet peeve is lateness, so I try and practice what I preach. I usually succeed. And by usually succeed, I mean I am literally never late for anything ever. The latest I’ve ever been is on time.

Not this time. Hour and a half. Late. Actual late.

I do this thing when I make a mistake where I obsessively try and realize the lesson in the whole thing. I firmly believe that everything that goes wrong ever has clues hidden in how to make things right– big and small, all mistakes included.

I know I’m not alone here.

But this time, instead of letting it ruin my day, I decided (after a considerable amount of  beating myself up) that it’s okay. Not that’s it’s like, okay to be late all the time, but like, it’s okay that every once in a while we all make literally human mistakes.

Seriously, it is. I had checked my email, scheduled, was up early, did work – I happened to misunderstand the date. In the past, I would take that as an excuse to deeply dive into reasons why I, Catherine Emond, a 20-something (2, I’m 22, but 20 something just sounds cooler so let’s roll with it) young adult (the tween version of adult) would make such a dire mistake.

Tiresome, and not super helpful.

You see, everyone makes mistakes (cue Hannah Montana – no, I don’t know why there are so many sidenotes in today’s post either but let’s all ~roll with it) but seriously, they do.

They make us human, they keep us humble,  they keep life interesting.

I realized that that, in itself, was a huge clue in making things right. See, you’re never going to be able to control the entire world, you know?

~ “You can’t direct the wind, but you can adjust the sails” ~

“You’re bound to completely blank on the actual date sometimes, and therefore, make yourself late. But it isn’t the end of the world, and you’ll be okay.”

Wherever you are today reading this, whoever you are, remember to cut yourself some slack every once in a while. Take every missed appointment with a grain of salt, remember that every mistake has a lesson – even if that lesson is simply learning to love yourself a teeny bit more, for all of the human that you are.

As always, thank you so much for reading.

Thinking of you all,

Catherine

 

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