Looking over the box of library books that I used while writing my dissertation, my eyes fill with tears. Seems strange that a box of books could make me cry . . .
I turn to Chris and he gives me one of those hugs and sob silently for a few moments. He quietly reminds me that yes, this closes a chapter of my life but that a new one is just beginning.
Of course, that new chapter is filled with such uncertainty I have a difficult time embracing it. Letting go of this box might be just what I need to let go of the expectations I had finishing the Ph.D. – no one is going to swoop down from on high and give me that perfect job and it’s going to be up to me to make that future happen.
Guess it’s time to get to work . . .