Mission Pupa- complete

So I got done with my graduation recently, after four long; dramatic; entertaining and definitely memorable years. It's a good feeling, caterpillar to pupa, more to become a butterfly though. I have a job now, something which I worked and stressed my brain+butt off to achieve. Half a year before my graduation, my brain felt the need to press the panic button, putting in motion the utter need to secure my future with a respectable job, more so something which seemed 'ideal' in the eyes of my Mom. So with the highly ridiculous and fraudulent college placements not being an option, I could just sit down and wait for a miracle to happen or get up, take charge and get a job by hook or by crook. My life is certainly not a dreamy fairy tale, an adventurous and interesting story to tell for sure, but the one with bumps and obstacles and life sized trolls to hinder me of course. So if I had to be independent and continue this life of freedom and no boundaries outside home, to reach the enchanted mountain of success+satisfaction+serenity, I HAD TO GET A JOB, PERIOD !!!!
  It was quite difficult, as I did not find any peers for accompanying me on this journey of a treasure hunt- the treasure clearly being a trifecta of 'a handsome package'+'an incomparable brand name' + 'a location safe and doable' , according to a lot of professionals who were advising me in my struggle. My peers did not care, they did not know, and they continued their last 6 months of college with ignorance which definitely brought bliss. I however, seemed to have started my struggled work life much in advance, since I felt I had no choice.
     So then here, is where I arrived, working for a big name, with big shots, a stingily composed package but with a lot of creative satisfaction. I felt I had what mattered a lot, and it may not have been a perfect trifecta, but it was what I had hoped for- creative happiness. One of my ex co employees asked me one day- would you rather sit in a cubicle, do a morose job , get paid more but complain and crib the entire day, or would you do something engaging, which you love and manage to make ends meet only for the initial part?  To me the answer was clear, I wanted a job which I could love, and feel like it was not like work at all. The cubicle was definitely not my calling, even if I were offered a billion per month ( okay maybe I'd consider that particular offer ).
Now it's been a few months since I passed out of college, and approximately 10 days on the job. I feel useful, productive and I feel I was right to start much ahead of time, and land this job. It's an excellent opportunity, a creatively gratifying one and the money is okay- which shall become oh-wow- hopefully soon. The knowledge that whatever I have been upto, is taking me in a forward direction, all aspects+ efforts combined- is a good feeling, a calm one. Impetuous is something I feel I am, always hurrying always stressing, be it food;dates;chilling or anything. But each time I feel I have done something i worthwhile, I reward myself, with a nice ; long; deep and serene breath of fresh air.