I’m just going to tell you that I’m staring at my calendar in disbelief right now.
May 2nd? When did that happen?
And can I tell you something else? There are so many things that have changed since last May, and so many things that haven’t. I’m still obsessed with Wife Swap. But I don’t eat meat anymore.
I’m starting my MFA program this June and all I can do is count down the days. But then there’s that problem of finding time to sit down and work on my manuscript….time management 101, anyone? Why can’t I take a class on that? I need to start work on giving things up, because, let’s face it. That old saying, “I don’t have the time,” can’t be an excuse for why I’m not writing. A professor from college told me I needed to make sacrifices; stay home from the movies to write, keep the TV and cell phone off, give up Facebooking, tweeting, pinning, taking stupid photos to put on Instagram to show people that yes, yes I do have a life.
When I graduated from college last May, I lost a huge chunk of my identity in a split second. I was a full time student, roommate, retreat leader, campus ministry team member. I was a girlfriend until months before that. I was so many meaningful things. Until I traded it all in for a diploma.
And I love that diploma. I framed that diploma, and if I could frame every step I took to get to that little guy, I would.
But when I stopped being all those things, I had to sink into myself and pull out the parts of my identity that couldn’t change even if I sold my soul to the devil.
I am a sister. A daughter. A best friend. And a writer.