This last week has been hectic.
Last week I got a root canal & tried my first Vicodin pill.
Two days later my sisters & I hosted a brunch for my Mom’s birthday which included family staying over (not that we minded one bit, & if any of you are reading this, I love you.) for the weekend.
That Sunday, the church I congregate with had a Mother’s Day event which I had to film most of the mother’s kids & edit throughout the week. I hear they liked it a lot to which I am certainly glad & I absolutely gleam with pleasure knowing that they enjoyed it.
But I didn’t go.
Don’t forget that week was my finals week.
So I bade my out-of-town family goodbye Sunday morning & I stayed at home to work on a paper due the following day.
Sure the paper was about two pages short & did not include a required works cited page but thats what’s great about being good student all semester; There’s a little wiggle room for cutting corners & still easily pass with a B grade.
So now, today is Wednesday. I’ve already ironed my black, high school graduation robe & dusted off the ridiculous square hat. I’ve borrowed a dress from my sister, opted not to lacquer my fingernails & so all that needs to be done is get fitted with my new crown on my royal Dentist’s throne in the morning then book it to the college campus in time for rehearsal.
I'm not looking for pity... well not much. Throughout all this hustle & bustle, I find that I rather enjoy being on my toes.
So anyways, I graduate tomorrow.
I can check that off my list.
What’s next, God?