Sunday, March 4, 2012

the wildness

I just got off the phone with my best friend from Texas. She called to ask my opinion on a first sentence for a story, which is a fun thing to be asked. Maybe one of the funnest. But, before we got to the actual point of the conversation, we talked about the wildness of the next 6 months. Anything could happen. Both of us are finishing up our MFA programs. And, even though we have a few possibilities—we don't know anything for sure. Next December, we could be talking to each other from anywhere.

Anywhere! right now, my gut says, salt lake city. I'm so in love with that lake across the valley, I don't think I could leave—but tonight, my friend reminded me that there will be other salty bodies of water in other places. She promised me there will be other places to swoon over every day of my life.

In the meantime, I have 4 more weeks of horrifying exhuastion, and work and stress.
I keep telling myself the projects will get done.
That I'll deliver them to my professors in lovely green box.
I don't know if I can do it.
Mainly, because after January, after February—all my body wants to do is sleep.
But I can't. 
4 more weeks.
Then I'll be done!
And I'll send you a piece of celebratory art in the mail!
Pray for me.

1 comment:

  1. 4 more weeks! You're almost there! You totally got this! Love you!


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