With my dissertations handed in, my last exam completed and my room packed up (for good this time), it’s time for me to embark on another summer vacation period… With a twist. This may just be the last summer of my life. And that is terrifying.
Okay yes, I know this. Summer is a season, and season’s happen every year. However, my point is that after this year I don’t know what my summers will be like.
Up until this point, my “life clock” has been relatively routine. From the age of four I have worked to a schedule that starts in September with school, allows me to relax in July when school ends and the summer vacation period begins and then restarts all over again at the end of summer. I’ve been working towards the summer break for as long as I can remember; it’s how I structure my life. However, now that I’ve left education, I also have to leave behind those gloriously long summer holiday breaks… And it’s scary.
This isn’t a post with me complaining about no longer having large periods of time off (Although, let’s be real, we all would if we could). This is more about the small existenstial crisis that has accompanied my realisations.
I briefly referred to my “life clock” in an earlier paragraph, but it really is something I take seriously. I am a planner and a scheduler and I become very accustomed to the way things work. Since school, my life clock has learned to build my time around summer. From September, I work towards the freedom that I’ll experience by the time that July rolls around. So, take that summer vacation away from me and what do I have to work towards? That is the part that I have not figured out yet.
You see, I have always been the type of person with a side project on the go. I like to explore different avenues and I detest having nothing to do. So, I’ve always used my summer to put school behind me and focus on my project of the moment. When I was 8 that was writing my first novel, when I was 17 that was fancy law work experience and a Uni summer school and for the last few years it’s been a combination of a lot of things. Summer is the real moment that I get to throw myself into my other work avenues. So, I’m worried about what that means when I join the world of work.
I don’t know. That’s exactly the point of this post, do you not pay attention?
Of course, I wouldn’t be me without plans. Honestly, right now my goal is to make the most of this summer in any way that I can. For the first time in my life, I really cannot tell you where my life will be next year. So, for now, I am going to soak up every second of this summer and fill it with everything that I possibly can.
If you read my post about my plans for the next year, you’ll know that I’m taking a post-Uni gap year. So, I suppose you could say that my summer vacation lasts the whole year. However, I will obviously be working to provide income for myself and I plan to actually do things with my gap year (More on that in a later post). I am treating the period from now until September as an actual summer vacation, where I don’t worry about work and the future and I focus on me and my goals. I’m excited, I’m exhausted, and I’m genuinely just ready for the break.
Do you miss the summer vacation period? If you still have one, what do you spend it doing? Let me know in the comments!
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