The End of the World as We Know it...

There's about two hours left to go before the big ol' graduation ceremony. I'm trying not to get too maudlin or overly-sentimental about the thought of closing this seven-and-a-half-year long chapter of my life. I'm trying not to second guess the choices I've made, or the paths I've followed, or the number of carbs I ate when everyone else seemed to be going on Atkins diets. I'm trying not to think about the myriad of tasks which I never got around to accomplishing, or my growing collection of rejection letters from employers and/or academic journals. I'm trying not to think about the logistics of post-graduation celebrations. I'm trying not to think about whether the gastroenterological consequences of the mildly exotic dinner I had last night will strike me while I'm trapped on stage.
And, above all, I'm not trying to think about the future.

I suppose all that sounds pessimistic.

I'm not really afraid of the future, though. Pretty much throwing caution to the wind and relying on God's grace (often through the generosity of others) has worked well for me this far.
The only really burning question for me is whether or not I'm doing what I'm meant to be doing. But I imagine that is a fairly universal question for all soon-to-be-hooded PhD's.

Anyway, the next time you hear from me, it will be official...
Unless I find something really funny or interesting to say in the next two hours.

Comments

[Therese]

Congratulations, Peter!

[Al T]

Congratulations, have fun walking. Oh and I found Jimmy Akin's guide to discernment to be really helpful in a situation like this. http://jimmyakin.typepad.com/defensor_fidei/2006/05/discernment.html