warning: the space between "in" and "sanity" has been removed

11 days, but so much to do. But this is it, the end of this story. The end of four years. I don't know how to process all of this yet. I wonder if it will all flash before my eyes when I walk across the stage.

What do I hope I've learned? I hope I've learned to be faithful. I hope I've learned how to respect. I hope I've learned to pay attention, to examine everything. I hope I've learned to love, better and deeper. I hope I've learned the difference between discernment and judging, insight and insult.

It's an emotional roller coster inside my head right now. The headlines on the news ticker of my brain scream "Finish Well!", "What Does It Matter Anyway?" and "What Next?"

I've been working hard and playing hard. I hope I won't have any regrets. I just rolled with it. That's who I am. Am I satisfied?

To be honest, I don't know.