"In Medias Res" is a latin phrase meaning "In the middle of things". I learned this from one of my more... colorful, professors while I attended the University of Texas. He taught our small class about greek culture and mythology in modern terms, and introduced me to Euripedies, now my favorite greek playwrite. "In meidas res", I just love saying it, maybe that's why I remember it so well.
I had thought I would start this blog on a plane, or while in transit to my new life. Then, I realized even if I do find a better job, my life would not be renewed. I would still be me, have my memories of this job that I dislike, of happy and sad moments; I will always be me. Even new beginnings are really 'in medias res'.
I am really no different than most people in America. I don't like my job, and the people I work with clearly do not like me. Yet, this job is probably the best paying job I could have with my more artsy degree. I like to shop, and have nice things, but is this job worth it? I look at my paycheck every month and think, 'yes, you should stay with this company until you have another job secured.' But, there are days, weeks, when I think 'I am just going to quit', afterall I do know a friend who can give me a parttime job until I find something better. No matter what I do, I know I am going to be making far less money than I am now. I know it is better to wait until December to leave this place, and pocket as much money as I can. So, I am sticking to it. Even though some days are like hell on Earth, I know it is better, that I will be thankful, for staying and saving. One good thing about my situation, as my mother likes to remind me, is that I have no debt. Well, the student loans have yet to kick in, but otherwise, I am debt free. My parents still pay my gas and car insurance, as well as my health insurance. I think it is time to do what I want. I have always done the practical thing, thinking that lofty goals were out of my reach; and they will be soon enough. Now is my chance to live in Italy, or move out to beautiful Montana, go back to school. Maybe I am 'in medias res', but it feels like the beginning to me.
