*chacun a son gout*...
I graduated exactly a year ago, almost to the hour... June 7th, 2002. I remember that day vividly, as clear as though it were today. It was a beautiful day, and I was teetering on my 3 and a half inch heels across the stage and hooded by the Chancellor (luck was with me). A year later, I find myself with more experience and a little bit wiser in the ways of the world... and much better with my heels.
I've been doing a lot of thinking in the past couple of days. I've stayed away from people and just concentrated on myself. I've made several decisions on several things that have been dogging me of late, and I'm relieved that I've decided this way. I'm no longer going to pursue what my heart has been telling me to do. I've lost too much sleep over it, and things have got to end. It's not going anywhere, and I'm just being stupid. I'm just going to listen to my head and just... be. Does this sound too vague?
June 7th... a very important date to me. I got my hard-earned Psych degree AND I came to my senses on this day, albeit different years. Better late than never though. I wonder what's to come the next time it rolls around?
The posts are going to be sporadic this week, I'm playing in a competition on the 17th... INTENSE training schedule next week. Come cheer me on!
Hugs and kisses to y'all out there...~