As I sit in my home away from home (The WOLF’s office), everything is starting to hit me. Tomorrow morning, I will leave for Vegas for my first time being at the BEA conference and my first time being on a panel there; a week from now, I will begin packing up my dorm room that I’ve resided in for the last three years; And lastly, two weeks from today, I will finish prepping for my college graduation. I can’t believe in such a short amount of time, this chapter of life will be soon be closed.
Lately, I’ve been having mini crises just about life. For everyone that knows me, you know I highly dislike change. I love having a schedule, having some sort of routine. So I’ve noticed that I have become the Master Procrastinator. And yes, the majority of college students have an A+ in procrastinating, but I’ve gotten constantly worse. When I become like this, it means that I’m prolonging something, and in this case it’s the inevitable: my graduation.
Somehow in my convoluted mind, sleeping or putting off assignments or watching endless amounts of YouTube means that everything else stops. Actually, the complete opposite has happened. All my final “Last” moments have pasted before my eyes.
So as I procrastinate my laundry and packing for Vegas, as small amount of relief has washed over me and now, no matter how much I don’t want to become an adult, life is coming up fast and I’ve gotta put on my big girl undies on and get ready.
Ready or not, here goes nothing!