Flying

Its been practically an entire semester from my last post. As I look back upon the time that has flown by, I see ups and downs, and mostly downs. As much as this has been a fairly easy academic semesters, I've struggled through the semester in ways I didn't expect. I've stuck out my neck and I've worked hard with classes. I've traveled home almost every weekend, pleasing and spending time with the people who are the closest to me. I've carried on a long distance relationship through the really great time and through the challenges. I feel like i'm a pro at transitions. Making adjustments in my own life is not a strength of mine. As this semester has progressed I have had to make more adjustments and I have had to rely less on my planner than ever before. Sometimes my planner would let me down and sometimes I would let my planner down. All in all, I'm able to see that life cannot be planned. A certainty in life is that life will be completely uncertain.
As I conclude my last semester of classes and reach my last semester as a undergrad student, I am realizing how unsure the future is. I can probably plan and write out a schedule from now til 2050, but no doubt, it wouldn't come true. A year from now, I have no clue where I will be. And that doesn't scare me. I'm actually rather excited for it.
Besides this blabbering, life is so impermanent. This semester has flown by and what do I have to show for it? When I finish in December, my hard work will have paid off. My friend gave me the largest compliment the other day by saying "Haven, you work your butt off and no one even knows." That was probably the greatest thing for me to hear. I have worked my butt off and I can't wait for the day where everyone will realize and appreciate all I've done. Now this sounds selfish, and yes, it is, but there comes a point where I reach my breaking point, and sometimes that point is as close as the waves to the sand. I look back, and I've made it this far, and so I  know I've got a long way to go.