One more week

One more week before the end of my undergraduate career, possibly my career as a student. Am I flipping my shit? Surprisingly, no. And this isn't the standard "Putting off the anxiety until the problem hits me in the face" kind of thing. This is genuine Zen acceptance. Who the fuck have I become?

I guess I have two things going for me: 1) I'm passionate about something with which I have a certain degree of talent. A lot of people don't have this skill, this being good at something they really love doing. I can feel good knowing that I have taken at least one step that most have not. 2) I have a bunch of friends who believe in me, and whom I believe in, and we are all willing to help one another along this really difficult road of trying to pursue a career in something that is by its very definition useless. If I did not have both of these things, I would be far more nervous than I am. But such as it is, I am more excited than I am terrified, more jazzed than confused. This may change once the realities of post-graduate life smack me in the solar plexus, but for now, I'm cool.

I almost wish I didn't have to do all the work I need to accomplish in the next week so that I could just chill and enjoy myself. Such as it is I have a lot of work to accomplish. Maybe I should get on that right now.