We typically only define chapters in our lives after they have happened. “That’s when I was my happiest.” Or, “That’s a chapter in my life that I hope I never have to relive.” Have you ever been fortunate enough to see a chapter of your life come to an end? To be given the opportunity to read over your own shoulder in anticipation of what will happen next? I have been given that opportunity and I am living it now.
I’m scared, I am excited, I’m nervous, I feel foolish, and I am hopeful, all at the same time. Two different mindsets, racing toward each other like runaway trains. Soon they will collide. Soon…I think I am going to be sick. Yes, dramatic is most certainly what I am being, however I will forgive myself for now. Until then, will someone please pass me the Rolaids?
*I hope you don’t mind Henderson Highschool Library, but I helped myself to your open book photo.