The end is near. It is in sight.

Classes are over. Finals just around the corner. By this time next week, I will be freer than I’ve been since that very first day I started kindygarten nearly twenty years ago. By this time next week, I will be, for the first time since I was five, unencumbered by deadlines and due dates and final projects and reports. Even then, way back all those years ago, when school would let out for the summer I could never really enjoy it because it wasn’t OUT out. There was always another grade to start, another semester to trudge on miserably through.

But now?

Now I am finished.

Or nearly finished.

I can taste the freedom. I can smell the relief. I can feel the weight start gradually to lift.

But we mustn’t get ahead of ourselves.

Because I’m not there yet.

Nearly there, but not quite.

Please: just bear with me for a few more harrowing days. Just a few more hard things to get out of the way (including a portfolio, a final exam, a 25 page paper and some major work projects) before I can once again devote some serious time and attention to this blog, and to writing in general.

It will come.

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