I have 31 days until I know precisely which schools have accepted me, and I'll probably know where I'm going a few days after that.
(YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!)
I'm going to Virginia in nine days.
I have school and dance again tomorrow.
I can totally do this. I don't know how this happened, but my confidence is back. I like it that way.
A month is something I can deal with. A month is... manageable, quantifiable, look-I-just-have-one-more-calendar-page kind of good, and I'm really happy about that. I have one month.
I have a list of things I need to do, but I know I can deal with it and get them done fairly easily. Hell, I'm going to enjoy this, because now it's the good kind of waiting, not the nervous hopeless long-term waiting I've been used to since December.
Dear March: I've been waiting for you. Bring it.
L
2.28.2010
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