Two assignments stand between me and the end of my first year of grad school. How scary is that? I’m not 50% of a master of anything!
These last two weeks have been a whirlwind.
An insane, amazing, heartwarming, nerve-wracking mess in the best way possible.
One of my best friends, and roomie for lyfe got ENGAGED! I got to celebrate my soulie’s TWENTY FIRST birthday with her! I’m taking chances I thought I couldn’t take! I’ve spent every night for two weeks surrounded by old friends, new friends, more than friends, best friends, puppy friends, and everything in between. I’ve celebrated birthdays, engagements, dancing, music, and just the enjoyment of the company of the people I adore in my life.
The end of the school year is always hard for me. Or it always has been because the time in my life has been dictated by the passage of time in a school year.
It’s hard because we all have to move forward, and I’m going to miss those who are graduating this year very much as they move on to bigger and better things. I’m watching my sisters grow up and leave the Agnes nest for new adventures. I’m seeing these dancers and choreographers that I’ve gotten so close to move on to dance and research and cultivate themselves as artists away from the only place I’ve known them. I’m seeing one of my best friends having just gotten engaged to the love of her life. I’m giving myself to things that I actually want and even better I’m actually articulating what it is I want.
This post is just a hodge podge of my excitement, and considering the fact that this is my break from brain-stuff and finals, forgive me.
I’m constantly happy and nervous and overwhelmed by everything happening in my life that I want to step back and just look at it but I can’t.
I’m too busy participating.