i am probably the worst blogger on the planet, my family can vouch for that. when i left for california to do a seven month internship i started a blog and promised the fam (mostly my mom) that i would stay up to date with news and pictures… if you went to that blog today you would see about 4 posts, the last one dating to my birthday, january 5th… of 2007.
that is my preface to say i don’t really know what to do when it comes to this whole blogging worl, but i am going to try my best.
today i was getting ready to take my first of five finals, the last finals i will take in my collegiate career and a strange feeling came over me. i was thinking about walking across the stage in 6 days and shaking hands with the president of this school that i have been at for the last two years (transfer student) and then leaving that campus and never looking back. i was thinking about how excited i have been to graduate for so long. how i have told people that i absolutely cannot wait to be done with school, how i will not go back for a very long time… then i realized the feeling that was in the pit of my stomach was fear. how could it be fear, i have been working full time for two years now, i am going on the world race in 5 months, i know what i am doing… but none-the-less it was fear. i don’t know why, but it was there. i don’t really know what to think about that feeling at this point, and i don’t really have any big conclusions to share about. i can’t say i finished the test and walked out feeling like i have conquered that feeling.
i walked out, and still had a little bit of fear in me. and i think i am ok with that. i think a little bit of fear is good.
-b
