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.
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.