It’s time to start singing.
Sitting next to me is a pile of crisp white paper, freshly printed and carefully aligned and stapled. These pages constitute the longest paper I’ve ever had to write. These pages are the culmination of a few months (or in one sense, two years) of dedication and work. And now it’s over. Tonight is our final meeting. I’ll turn in my paper, watch a few classmates present their research, and walk out of Northwood Hall with a new sense of freedom.
Even just in the few short days after I presented, I recognized in myself a resurgence of energy, rest, and joy. I don’t think I’ve felt this way since I was in high school. I’m not exhausted every night. Getting out of bed isn’t nearly as hard in the morning – I’ve been waking up before my alarm consistently this week. A huge weight has been lifted. No longer will I feel guilty for enjoying myself and passing the time with things other than schoolwork. I’m regaining a sense of what it feels like to actually have a weekend. It’s beautiful.
It’s time to celebrate.