I did it!

I’m done.

I’m a graduate.

I haven’t collected my statement of result yet, but it doesn’t matter—I wrote my last paper two days ago, and I’m officially free. The weight of academics is no longer mine to bear. I can finally shift my focus to the real world.

It’s Sunday, and I’m only 48 hours into post-grad life, but I’m already job hunting—already trying to be productive, but also trying not to burn out. I’ve realized something: my brain craves engagement, but my body struggles to keep up. I’ve been tackling chores I put off for weeks, attempting to structure my days in a way that feels meaningful. One of my goals for today was to publish this, and I’m glad I’m doing it.

I won’t say I don’t know what’s next—I do. I’ve spent months planning my next steps, but now that it’s time to execute, everything feels overwhelming. There’s too much to do, and I want to do it all at once. It’s exhausting. So, I’m taking things day by day, figuring out a rhythm that works for me.

I know it’s going to get better from here— at least I hope so.