3-week itch

I am tired. Physically and mentally. I am drained. Sure, I wake up every morning, put on a smile and go charging out my house ready to conquer the day, but I feel gross. I haven't exercised in such a long time because after I deal with the craziness of work, I come home and deal with the craziness of my life in school. I am tired of school. Not really. I am tired of thesis work. I am tired of the research, of the revisions, of the editing, of just thinking about it.

I did, however, finish my last graduate class just a few moments ago. That's one giant relief, but now it is the end of the semester and I have to resubmit my thesis to my committee for another read through and hopefully be done and approved and ready to print. It is not going to perfect, I know this and I have come to terms with it. It is OK for something to NOT be perfect. It is ok.

what is perfect is the sound of Brandi Carlile's voice, which I get the pleasure of hearing in three weeks. There's a lot happening in three weeks. My wonderful family is coming, I am going SKYDIVING, I am going to Tucson to hear my most favourite musician, the woman who can make me cry and have her words hit spots of my soul I didn't think existed, and then I am graduating on Saturday and celebrating with all the ones I hold near and dear to my heart. It is a lot, and there is a lot that still needs to be done. But it is getting there. Just not at the speed I want it. Which, of course, is typical. Because honestly, does it ever go the pace you want it to.

So. Three weeks. Till freedom. I can smell it. Just a little.