Over 100 pages and 22,130 words later… after hours of strained eyes staring at my computer screen, cup on cup on cup of black coffee, countless consecutive shower-less days, many sleepless nights, and immeasurable quantities of sass that has been unleashed in the course of it all on any and all those around me…
I feel like I’ve been released from prison, from Integrated Marketing Communications applied thesis prison. I am going to spend hours at the beach with Juno. I am going to go through all the clothes in my closet and DIY the sh*t out of the stuff I don’t wear. I am going to paint, write for fun, go out on the weekends, have my own Diane Keaton movie marathon. I am going to scoff at the tornado of a mess that has become my room (CLEAN YOU? HA! Not today!). And I will laugh in the face of my treadmill and dumbbells whose sole purpose as of late has been to collect dust. I am going to blast and dance and rap along to Kanye’s “Clique,” as if suddenly and magically it was ok for white girls from suburbia to do so. Today, I am careless. I am free.
And tomorrow…I need to look for a damn job.