Not so much...

The college degree is advertised as the elixir to the naiveté and hardship of youth, the golden ticket to life’s amusement park, the key to all those doors that will be swinging open. After commencement, everything’s a cakewalk, right?

After all, you’re a suave communicator capable of wooing any job interviewer, who will immediately unroll a carpet stitched with Benjamins, right? And also a masterful doctor of dating with charm outdone only by the size of your big black book, right?

Not so much…

If only that degree bought you the ideal first job, the charm to rope in The One and the luxury to live anywhere and have anything you want. But it doesn’t. And that’s a jarring truth.

The script to date has been finding that prom date, choosing that college, deciding on that major and landing that first job. The rest - as I'm finding out - is improvisation. Sure there are your goals and aspirations that fuel your days, but this script is less defined and more complicated than ever.

Now I am a decent jazz improviser on my tenor saxophone, but the irony is that I still haven’t mastered how to improvise to the chord changes of life.

It’s unsettling, it’s exciting, it’s frustrating, it’s interesting.

I hope to channel some of the interesting stuff on this blog, without sounding angst-ridden or Saved-by-the-Bell schmaltzy. So for all it's worth, cheers to enjoying the ride…