Today I graduate.
Again.
Two years ago I walked across the stage of a small white church and received my high school diploma.
Two years later... a few hours from now... I'll walk across the stage of a huge coliseum and shake a president's hand and receive my Associate's degree.
Two years ago I wore blue. A blue I wasn't even sure I liked at the time, but that looks alright in the pictures I have of that day.
Today I'll wear black. Which is blah (have I said how much I dislike black for everything but pants and shoes?). Oh, well. I do get to wear an honor cord.
Which I think is pretty cool.
I'm feeling like doing this today.
I'm that excited thrilled giddy.
I'm not even sure why. Could it be the sense of accomplishment? The sense of ahhh, I'm done with that now--time to move on?
Two years ago I threw a party. With a beautiful cake decorated with peach flowers. With a peach rose bouquet. With peach blooms and peach pebbles on all the tables.
And me in a peach dress.
{Quick, who wants to guess what my favorite color is?}
With oh-my-goodness-I-didn't-know-words-could-cost-that-much books, a peach-swirled binder, and a bag that attests to my love of silver and bows. The purse I carry today could pass for its close cousin (I didn't even realize that until I examined this picture).
Oh, and I still have those capris, too. My fave pair. I guess my fashion-sense hasn't morphed all that much.
Which makes me giggle.
Like it looks like I'm doing in this picture, taken on my first day of college.
I still have that wild, riotous, mass of curls, too. And that smile that makes my eyes crinkle.
But I have a lot more. Two years of college under my belt. Things I've learned. Things I'm glad I've learned. Things I wish I hadn't learned. Some stuff some might call smarts. Know-how. Book learning.
The most important thing I've learned in the two years since I walked across the stage of that little white church and walking across that stage tonight is described fairly well by this picture
and this song.
Doesn't she look confident?
Doesn't she look sure of herself?
Doesn't she look ready to take on the world?
Doesn't she look wise enough to look both ways before she leaps?
Do I always feel confident?
No. I think I would prefer an invisibility cloak quite often, actually.
Absolutely not.
Define ready.
Do I look both ways now before I leap?
Most of the time, if by looking both ways you mean look up to Him who holds my life-map.
The thing is, even after two years, I am still
ready
willing
eager
daring
to leap.
That college hasn't pilfered from me, though at one time I feared it just might. That college can never pilfer from me.
That daring to leap nothing can pilfer from me except I let it.
Nothing.
Ever.
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