Pomp

On Saturday May 8th, I will walk across the stage at MacMurray College and fulfill my parents dream for me, or at least one of them, I will be a college graduate.
I'm not really sure what to think about it. I don't really feel any smarter, brighter, or wealthier.
I still feel like me. In fact, I think moving to DC had the most impact on helping me "grow up".
But even then, I don't feel anymore grown up than I did a few years ago.
Sure, I've checked a few more things off my To Do: list but there are lots of things left.
Like-find a job I love. Not so sure where it is-but it's out there. And I'm not so sure it's in interpreting, but I know that is some how an important part of it.
Or-Become a better packer. I've gotten a ton better at this since I've been in college.
Take a Road Trip-over 12 hours, no stopping to sleep.

I guess I might feel more grown up when I walk across the stage, but I doubt it.
I'm not really sure a piece of paper and a cap and gown make you a grown up.
I think it might be how you handle everyday situations.
Or when you're responsible for your own place to live, or when you get married.
Who knows...Not me.
All I know is who holds my future, and for now, well...forever, that's enough for me!