A weak synopsis

I have been inexcusably silenced for nearly three months, due primarily to the conclusion of my first year at graduate school, an adjustments in priorities, and the surge of personal greed. Overtime dangled provocatively, a temptress that knew my weakness. Alas, mandatory twelves and volunteerary fifeteens take a toll on the emotional, physical, and spiritual sanity of even the strongest.

While I experienced American life on the corporate level, I was introduced to high school cliques on an adult level. I discovered my annoyance with office culture and the invisible walls that divide blue and white collar. Ugh.

A few weeks ago my pastor spoke about walls—sometimes they are a figment of imagination. Other times a reality that must be broken through or climbed over. As I reflect over the last few months, I don’t know if the walls in my life are self-constructed, mental or legitimate hurdles. Terrible at pull-ups and a scaling amateur at best, I awkwardly maneuver my way through the unknown towards goals that remain beyond my reach.

Nearly swallowed by exploitation (willingly I might add), I am recovering from a truly educational experience in the world of business. I’m washing out the bad taste in my mouth, praying that my month and a half as an office girl had value other than monetary. I did learn a lot about myself and the way I relate to others. I am thankful for new friendships and the strengthening of old.

And now I anxiously stumble into the summer, anticipating challenges and hoping for the best.