my last week of school

One of my high school classmates said it best, it is a bitter sweet feeling. I am relieved and exhausted, so I want to graduate and reach my end goal. But on the other hand, I have so much more to learn and I don't feel I have had enough time with my friends. They inspire me and push me. I feel like the ride was way too short. But, then on the other hand, I think I have so much that lies ahead. I am excited for my future, wherever that takes me. I don't know where I am going to be next year or what I am going to be doing, but I know I can't go back now.

I love sewing. I have found my passion. You know, I use to be really into communications/marketing. But, it didn't last. I feel I was as successful as I allowed myself to be. It took me as far as it could. With sewing, I feel for once, in a very long time, that I have so many options. I feel my future and my potential is unlimited. It is hard to let go of the past and all the successes and failures I have experienced, but I know there is something new for me down the road. I really don't know what it is going to be, but the prospect of it is wonderful to dream about.

Before I went to college for journalism, all I wanted to do was dance. Quite honestly, I was a mediocre dancer. It's not to say that I didn't look great onstage, because I was all smiles. But, my technique was no where near what it could have been. Being a professional dancer at amusement parks and seeing other people's techniques and styles made me a much better performer/dancer. And, I was a wonderful dance teacher. It inspired me to see my students work toward something and achieve their goals. That was my satisfaction.

Then, I went onto college, and I thought, well, I will go full throttle, as I usually do, into my studies and then eventually my work. And, yes, I feel very proud of my career and what I accomplished. But, personally, I was not inspired nor satisfied at the end. It is not that I didn't work with incredibly gifted people or that the companies were not some of the most successful. I think I just saw something different for myself. I was the cog that needed to get off the wheel.

This year, I became myself again. Not just educationally, but personally, too. I laugh more. I tell jokes more. I don't fret about everything I say because of how it may look professionally. I am myself again, a better, more creative self. And, I have found that people like me more, and I like myself more. If nothing else ever happens out of this experience, I will always have that. But, I pray my future is bright and full of opportunities even I couldn't have dreamed of.