This time last year, I was stressed out. I thought I wasn’t graduating because of my advisor’s bad advising. Just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did a 360 and got better.
When Michael came over for dinner on Christmas Eve and gave me my promise ring, they got even better. I closed the year with a great dinner at Outback and with a positive note.
This year, I don’t know what’s coming or how the story is going to end. Much like last year, I’m scared. But last year’s worries pale in comparison. I’d go back and not graduate, if that meant making this year better.
I’d like to hope that things will turn out okay, just like they did last year. But this year it isn’t as simple as meeting with a Dean of Academic Affairs and reviewing paperwork. This year, a better car won’t make my problems go away. A promise ring won’t fill my heart with warmth. Instead, my heart is heavy and full of dread.
I know I should be more positive, because — as last year proves — things can work out. They can turn around and be BETTER again, in the blink of an eye.
I guess I’ll have to wait and see what Santa brings me.
