Staring at the calendar, my logical self says,
"girl, there are 9 days left til your college career is completed. You can totally do this."
But the emotional part of me, the part that is so hard to ignore, feels like those 9 days are actually 9 decades that will ever be looming.
And so I sit. Feeling drained and overwhelmed. Thinking about the papers I need to write, the projects that need to be completed, the Christmas party I need to put together.
Are we even going to get around to setting up our beloved tree this year? Because all I actually want to do is paint the walls in my house.