The word is an oxymoron, and it's well, cruel.
The only good goodbyes I know of are saying adios to a bland class,
piles of homework, extra weight, or some bad habit you've been
trying to kick. [Currently taking ideas on how to stop drinking Dr.
Pepper like it's going out of style].
I'm no good at them. Goodbyes that is.
I like routine. I like knowing who I'm going to see and what I'm
going to encounter. I think that's why no one can surprise me.
I need to know too much, so I always figure it out.
Maybe I'm just nosy...
This week several of my friends are graduating. They're donning
their cardboard hats and kissing Norman goodbye. After Saturday,
the real world begins.
I'm a little jealous. Okay, a lot jealous.
In a lot of ways I feel like I should be graduating with them. I'm
ready to be done with school and pursuing a career and family.
On the other hand, I'm excited for senior year. I have so much
to look forward to including two amazing roommates and one
God is constantly having to teach me contentment. Unfortunately,
it's a hard lesson to get through my thick skull. I have a bad habit
of constantly looking forward to the next big thing, instead of
enjoying what I have now and the people I am surrounded with.
I guess I'm not QUITE ready to kiss all this goodbye.