I can not believe I am only 85 days away from leaving on a one way trip to the Big Apple. I am excited beyond measure, really... sorta. I can't help but think of the line from the song "Thank Goodness" from WICKED that says,
"Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true... Well, isn't it?"
I have never really stopped to think about that until now. More than one of my many dreams is gonna be crossed of my "Lifetime Achievement List" this summer alone, and more of them are bound to follow with the steps I will be taking in the next few years. So, why am I not as thrilled as I feel I should be?
As I think back over the last year, or even just past few months I can't seem to ignore the deep heaviness in my chest that overwhelms me at times. I have burned more bridges than I care to count and I have made more tough decisions than I have ever had to in my life so far. I mean, I graduated with my undergrad, got accepted to grad school, I'm moving to NY, I can totally see that I must be doing something right! The decisions I've made and forks in the road I've taken must have been for the better, but I can't help but feel a little sad.
I guess that's normal.
