Timing is a weird thing. When I wrote this list of things I learned in New York City, more than one of them addressed timing. What makes something the right time? And also the tricky concept that time can seem to go much slower than we'd hope for, or too quickly for our taste, but then we look back at the end and have another warped view altogether.
It wasn't until my last day interning with CBS News this Summer that I realized the true gift of being where I was when I was. On the final day of the internship, the interns and News Associates went to one of the local bars on the corner for drinks after work. For my intern friends at CBS This Morning, it was the end of their day. For me as a CBS This Morning: Saturday intern, this was the middle of my workday and I had to head back to the Friday production meeting, so I went for just a few minutes to say hello. It was in those short minutes in that bar that I realized we had found each other in a time capsule of sorts, and that each of their short experiences with CBS News just happened to overlap with mine, before we'd head off in separate directions, maybe forever.
On another timing note, it's surprising it took me all summer to realize this. Well, of course I've realized that group of people would never combine in the exact same way again, but it was in the very last moments we shared together that I realized it was something I took for granted.
This summer flew by in my opinion, and my CBS News intern coordinator likened our 10 weeks at CBS to a 10 minute interview. "You have 7 more minutes to leave a great impression/make a memorable pitch/leave an impact," she'd say at the beginning of Week 3.
And it felt that way. Like a very quick 10 minutes.
How many times in life does a movie come up in conversation and we are collectively gobsmacked that fill-in-the-blank time has passed since it was released? Or people we run into and say a quick, "let's do coffee!" and realize a few months later nothing ever came of that, but it doesn't really feel like that long since we made that empty promise.
So now, less than 40 days away from graduation, I think about timing a lot. The people I shared only part of my UM journey with, the people I shared it all with, and just how long it's been since everything started to change when I stepped onto the University of Miami campus as a wide-eyed freshman on my 18th birthday, completely, entirely and utterly unaware of the woman I'd be when I left.
I was first just another student who lived in the residential college, with a friend group that hardly resembles the one I have today. I was there for some sort of floor dinner being hosted in her common space, desperately clinging to the connections I had on my floor of 38 girls trying to figure out how I fit into it. On Super Bowl Sunday in her apartment that year for a building-wide program, I had been pretty steadily seeing someone for about a month, in what was the first "steadily seeing someone" thing of my life. And toward the end of my sophomore year, I walked into her apartment for dinner but instead burst into tears over a break up I was not handling. Not handling as in the phrase 'not handling well', but really I just wasn't handling it at all. I think I picked on my plate a bit. During my junior year, I became more independent than I'd ever been. I was managing student organizations, I was excelling in internships and as a Resident Assistant. And this semester, I came back to celebrate my 21st birthday, and soon, start applying for jobs.
Which makes tomorrow just one of the days that'll be my task while he does his homework.
In hindsight it's as if all this change just happened to me, and around me, and as if I wasn't an active participant in it at all. Of course I was, in every decision that carved out character development, but I'm so different from who I was even when I stepped onto this campus that it's hard to tell who did it.
It's kind of mind-blowing to me that this is where I'm at in life now. Applying for jobs, hopefully getting one and finding an apartment. Paying rent, putting money into a savings account, calling my parents when I can't figure out something stupid like how to run the new dishwasher.
Timing is just the hardest thing to articulate. The last three-and-a-half years have truly gone at a pace that shocks me. I look back on things that happened 18 months ago and remember them as if they happened last Tuesday, and I try to think about what I made for lunch last Tuesday and can't even remember the last time I went grocery shopping.
My biggest professional fear is that there isn't enough time to tell all the really good stories that need to be told; I fell in love with telling stories here at the University of Miami. Though last year I started to get pretty antsy about getting the hell out and getting on with my life.
I didn't subscribe to the belief that college would be the best years of my life. I argue landing the spot on the career ladder I've always wanted to get to, standing at a best friend's wedding, and returning to Homecoming as an alumna in 10 years will be some of the best years of my life. But these past three-and-a-half were really important ones.
I suppose the takeaway is it takes a long time to get where you're going, but you'll find some nice pit stops along the way to enjoy. To both CBS News and the University of Miami, for 10 weeks or 3 and a half years, I'm glad they were mine.
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