Where to start? It's been a whirlwind the last couple weeks. My classes have started up again for the last time, and that's been hitting me a little harder than I'd expected. 4 months and my undergrad is complete? That can't be real. The night before I started third grade I cried to my parents because I had heard that third grade was when you had to learn long division. The thought of that terrified me. But now I'm 12 credit hours away from graduating college, knowing I'm having to make my way in the real world- and it doesn't make any sense to me that this is the circumstance that doesn't scare me. At least, not nearly as much. A lot of things right now are making me anxious, but I think that's normal. I got comfortable in college classes just in time to be done. Just in time for the world to need me out in it, and just in time for me to need myself more than ever. Just in time to need a coffee date with my mama in a cafe on a Sunday af...
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