I haven’t been sleeping well the past week. Like Cosmo Kramer under the chicken sign, I have been on NO SLEEP. The main reason? Worry.

While I feel I have been good at telling others not to worry, it is hard to take in myself.

Okay, I was going to write about the New Hampshire Primary and relate it to a great boxing match in how close Obama and Clinton remain at each others throats while the crowd howls for their respective candidate to bout the other one out in the move for change.

Then I was going to say how ridiculous it is writing about my pathetic college-going Journalistic, coffee-drinking, comfortable-living life issues when compared to that kid in China who probably makes the shoes that I go to the gym with.

Now this argument will always stand the test of time.

However, this being an opinions piece let me get to what I was worrying about: the future.

Even though I am four years older and supposedly wiser than I was when I was a senior in high school, I am in roughly the same position. Except this time, I get to face the real world instead of going to a community college.

No big deal. I’ve been doing journalism since high school, have held various editor positions since that time, have a concentration in online at Eastern and have held two internships since I began the journey of journalism. My career path should be set.

Key words are should be. Within the past month I have actually contemplated going back to work at my hometown garden center where I used to work for four years.

The pressure to go into the journalism field scares me to death. I relate it to the feeling of getting off the tilt a whirl – you know where you are, but the world looks so dizzy.

It’s kind of funny. My roommate is playing Foghat’s “Slow Ride” on Guitar Hero 3 as I write this. You know, “Slow Ride/Take it Easy!” Anyway…

Secondary education was my original major of choice way back in the dark ages and I went into journalism because I wanted to learn more about the world around me.

I also had so much fun working on my community college newspaper it just made so much sense to go into it.

I didn’t think about the New York Times or Rolling Stone or whatever at that point.

I thought about that particular day and it was wonderful. And as I get older I find myself living in a future that doesn’t exist when the present flashes before my very eyes.

A joke I used to tell at family gatherings when they’d ask about my future is that I would get my Master’s and then I would play my guitar on street corners for a living.

And I’d like to return to living in the now so I can build a good future.

My opinion then, or rather my advice to those reading this, is to enjoy your time at Eastern and what comes, comes.

I’m learning to take that advice in myself. Take it from Foghat.

Kevin Kenealy can be reached at 581-7942 or [email protected].