Between final submissions on the 3rd of September and now, I don't think I've had a moment to reflect. And since reflection for me is a routinely ploughed route to melancholia, this is a good thing.
Too busy to cry, essentially; too busy to find anything to be ungrateful for.
Because I've had all this anti-sadness time, there's been ample room for lots of laughter, love, positivity, productivity, growth, learning, and all round forward and upward movement.
And the faith. The faith has become a tangible thing that I can see.
Home is a little strange, still, but more than anything it is comforting to know that I am squarely inside of the next phase of my life, as they say, and I am excited for it, whatever it may bring.
Too busy to cry, essentially; too busy to find anything to be ungrateful for.
Because I've had all this anti-sadness time, there's been ample room for lots of laughter, love, positivity, productivity, growth, learning, and all round forward and upward movement.
And the faith. The faith has become a tangible thing that I can see.
Home is a little strange, still, but more than anything it is comforting to know that I am squarely inside of the next phase of my life, as they say, and I am excited for it, whatever it may bring.
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