Not that anyone’s counting.

I’m done with my History & Systems of Psychology class.  Now I only need to finish my Research Methods II class.  I’m destined to get a B in the class…  Which isn’t terrible considering I REFUSE to study these days.  The H&S class is certainly going to be an A, for which I’m incredibly thankful.

I can’t believe it’s over.  I almost feel so burned out that instead of going out with a bang-em-up-giddy sort of goodness, I’m sort of fizzling out.  It’s like I’m saving up all of my energy for after I’m done, so that I can get on with living.

Seriously.  This is it.  It’s done.   It’s so done.

Surreal.  I can’t wait to get back into playing the piano.  I can’t wait to do my arts and crafts, like friendship bracelet tying.  And cooking.  And everything else I’m interested in doing.  I can’t wait to start running again, and I’m eager to discover yoga.  I can’t wait to write and write and write.  I want to pour my heart out on these pages like I once did before.  I can’t wait.

I can’t wait to begin my next educational adventure.  I can’t wait for graduate school at Naropa– like-minded individuals, I welcome you into my experience.  I can’t wait to focus energy onto my diet and begin making personal products, like my own deodorant and accessories, etc.  I can’t wait.

I can’t wait to begin living again.  For so long, I had put everything on hold.  For too long, really.  I mean, yes, I lived some, but not enough.  Not enough to satisfy my social cravings.  Time with friends will soon be massaging my joy.  I can’t wait.

So close.  So very close.  I can’t believe it’s here already.  It’s so surreal.