You just start typing.
Before I get carried away, I want to first state: I AM FINISHED!
I can't go any further without saying I didn't accomplish it on my own.
I want to share here a small section of my acknowledgements (if you want the full version, along with my other 82 pages of sweat and tears, just let me know and I'll send you the e-copy in all its glory):
To those who rang the cowbells for me: I hear them! Thank you for your emails and facebook messages, your gifts, your survival kits (I am talking to you, Lana), and your many text messages. With each one I felt a burst of energy and creativity. As cheesy as it sounds, your love was inspirational. Thank you. (And a special thanks to those lovely ladies who rallied my cheerleaders together. You know who you are).
I have had a lot of people ask me lately if I feel like a new girl; if I don't know what to do with myself; if I have fully grasped what it means to not have to come home and read, write and study each night.
My answer to all who have asked....
Not really.
You see, I happened to (well, I planned to...) finish my masters' degree with a full day to spare before the chaos of a new college year started. I handed in the final paper at 11:58pm on a Saturday night. I had one glorious Sunday free. And then, the student leaders arrived for training on Monday.
And I have been running ever since.
This semester is kicking my butt.
And so, before I get to celebrate the fact that I'm done with one season, I am fully invested in the next.
It can get overwhelming.
That's why I'm reading this a lot:
And that's why this song is on repeat:
Welcome back, friend :) Congrats again, and TONS of love and support as life goes on, as crazy as ever! (If you ever need a break, you can always wander over to Alberta and crash on my floor.)
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