Waiting for the Sequel

           The most popular conversation to have with a recent graduate begins something like this, "So the million dollar question is what's next?" I know this now from experience. And I've become quite polished at responding, "I have no idea!"

            Answering the question "what next?" has proved less terrifying than I made it out to sound all semester. Though I still don't have a satisfactory response, or even any plan at all, life keeps moving, and I'm still breathing--despite the fact that I have no papers due and no presentations to practice. I feel a little bit like clothes hanging in the closet, fresh and waiting for the next outing.

 

         As far as the Pride and Prejudice project, things seem to be at a similar junction wondering "Now what?" My capstone was completed with along with the end of school. I had so much fun speaking during the presentation, that I want to keep working with it, although in a different format, perhaps less academic.   

  101 pages when it was all said and done. 

        This week's post has become a mixture of metaphors and pictorial media. My life, at the moment, feels a bit like the ending of a novel. Everything with school was tied up in a neat little conclusion and laid to rest. That sounds a bit morbid. Don't worry, no one has died. But it's different than just a new chapter because chapters are full of suspense and leave you on a cliff so that you turn directly to the next. It's more like the ending of a book, or a section, and I'm waiting for the sequel to come out and hoping it doesn't disappoint. The first book was so good that part of me wonders if the author can top it. I have a feeling He can.