It's been far too long since I last posted. I suppose life will do that to you...snatch your time away. So will my dear old friend, Procrastination, who has brought me here to post rather than work on graphic design or study for Saturday's German exam.
It's officially the week of finals. It is also my last week as an undergraduate. Countdown to Colorado officially began two days ago. Oh yes, and precisely one week from today, I will be graduating.
I think it's safe to say that this is a crazy time for me, though I'm certainly not alone. I'm teetering somewhere on that fine line between whatever this stage is that I am currently in and whatever it is that comes next. Apparently, neither stage is very well-defined. It feels like my life is just about to be flipped upside down. I can see myself scrambling, chasing after the pieces, scattering like marbles.
Marbles seem the perfect metaphor for life. (Marbles also remind me Toodles in one of the greatest movies of my childhood. Brownie points if you know the film.) I imagine myself with a little bag of marbles. The bag is linen or perhaps made of a vintage handkerchief. Why? Because it suits me. The bag is stitched intricately with ocean blue thread and filled with marbles of different sizes and colors. I can imagine each one as it represents some aspect of my life, whether a person or a responsibility or an aspiration.
There are some marbles that I wouldn't mind trading, but others are essential to my collection. Either way, they're all headed for the floor, because someone it about to spill my precious little bag and there's nothing I can do to prevent it. I await that telling moment when I will scurry across the floor, frantically trying to keep my life together.
Things will be lost along the way, rolled into some out-of-reach corner. Things will be discovered as well, beneath some cabinet. The collection will change. I'm just wondering what it will look like.
