I am graduating from a university in a few months.
I should be feeling worried and apprehensive and scared.
I should be distracted by my future--
I feel full, and rich. And very present.
I am profoundly feeling the professors that have taught me how to be and the greatness of my classmates-turned-kindred-spirits. I am profoundly feeling my friends who listen so hard and my friends who psueudo-sexy dance all night and my friends who force me to know what I require. I am feeling my lumpy mattress that I hate and I am feeling the wild, quiet support of my family.
Knowing that this life, the one that I have, is mine and that these things will always be mine--well, the joy of it all crushes me. I cannot stand it.