A week to graduation. The end is in sight.
I have a gown and a cap, almost-done papers, and an existential tiredness that better be temporary. I don't have too many words or rather everything that comes out of mouth right now is worried or anxious or bad self-talk. Finally the presentations are done, the data collected, and the future looms with just a few submissions along the way. I had a plan, but it seems to be coming undone (that could be more than just the plan but shhh, there there). Some days I worked till the deadlines meet me; others I took long walks in the sun. For the first time, I noticed all the flowers. So many flowers. I am looking forward to all the napping before adulting resumes.
I have a gown and a cap, almost-done papers, and an existential tiredness that better be temporary. I don't have too many words or rather everything that comes out of mouth right now is worried or anxious or bad self-talk. Finally the presentations are done, the data collected, and the future looms with just a few submissions along the way. I had a plan, but it seems to be coming undone (that could be more than just the plan but shhh, there there). Some days I worked till the deadlines meet me; others I took long walks in the sun. For the first time, I noticed all the flowers. So many flowers. I am looking forward to all the napping before adulting resumes.
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