This blog post is a quick one because I need this weekend to completely relax. With late nights at school/work, one all-nighter, and tears nearly every day, this blog post is a reflection of my current mental state: utter relief. For the first time in months, I’ve been able to truly, fully relax. Yesterday, I read a book just for my personal enjoyment.
I finished my work term on Wednesday, and there were a lot of tears and smiles thrown in. I’m relieved to be done with my work term, because I do think that my work should be viewed with new eyes and a new perspective. There comes a time when you’ve done enough, and you’ll just have to see the bigger and better things the next person will come up with.
However, I’m not done with the amazing people I met, the opportunities I was able to experience, and the overall joy that the workplace brought me. I’m really, truly going to miss everyone in my office. They even bought me a unicorn frappucino, a mug, and a book as a parting gift – I love my ex-supervisors and co-workers so much.
For those of you who know me, at some point, I’ve probably complained about my in-the-works novel. You’ll be happy to know that I’ll no longer be ranting because I have handed it in.
With one all nighter under my belt so far this year, and a lot of hair-pulling, I gave my 101 pages to my professor. Editing my work has been one of the most gruelling experiences of my life. I don’t know how else to describe it other than a self-inflicted agony I will do again. I do need to finish this novel, after all.
I’ve applied and interviewed for a new job I’m hoping to get. I’m looking at taking another book-length manuscript course (because I’m insane and I don’t know what’s good for me). I am eating actual meals again for the first time in a week. I don’t feel like throwing up every time I try to write a metaphor, and it ends up sounding exactly like the one I wrote one page ago.
I’ve finally made it through this year. I feel tattered, worn, but so, so happy, because at the end of the day I helped contribute new ideas to a program, and developed a breadth of skills. I wrote a novel, I started a blog, and damn, I am reading just for fun again.
Finally, I have the time to really immerse myself into my blog and develop more and more content (at least until I start taking three Spring courses, that is). I can completely dedicate myself to work on something I’ve been developing for the past two months, and who knows, maybe I’ll start on a new novel for my next creative writing course.
But for now, I think I’ll read Zadie Smith’s White Teeth and The Miracle of Mindfulness, do some yoga, drink some hot chocolate, and watch a couple episodes of Jane The Virgin before Monday morning.