The home stretch

Fifty-four days from now, I'll be a master.

Officially.

Officially a master of book publishing.

What the heck does that even mean?

I wish it meant my job search will be a breeze and my book will be published as soon as they hand me the embossed diploma. But...I have a feeling that's not really the case.

Regardless, I'm counting the days. I'm ready to start a new chapter. Can you believe it's been nearly two years since I embarked on journey I'm currently navigating? I can't.

I've gained knowledge and grown. I've floundered and flourished. It's been a true learning experience, as they say.

I know I shouldn't really be counting the days as it's more important to make the days count. So, that's what I'm going to focus on as I work to complete several papers, projects, and presentations, as well as my daily work duties. I'm going to make a solid effort to keep that mantra on the forefront of my mind as I trudge through an endless folder of paper I listed as "Take Care of Later" in addition to the manual I'm compiling for whoever takes my position at PSU.

I'm eager for the next adventure, but I don't want to regret not sopping up every ounce of enjoyment from the moment at hand.

Here's to fifty-four days of hard work, late nights, and the memories to be made.

Here's a photo of me pouting as I left behind my apartment and life in Austin. I cannot believe that was two years ago. Time flies, and there's really no other way of saying that...