Graduation. The end cap to my MBA. It hardly seems real. I have bid adieu to the kind friends and family who were here to celebrate the occasion and am filling my week as near to full as possible with last lunches, dinners and drinks with friends who will soon be departing for distant places. I am restless. I am irritable. I am not quite myself without the relentless pace of a thousand to-do’s looming large in the background of my conscience. I am reading again. For fun. Walking places because it’s another way to fill the time.

Time to pack away my school books and course notes, sort through the detritus of my academic career and save the bits that matter. Time to wrap up loose ends that have been left hanging. That overdue doctor’s appointment. My unfiled state tax returns. The mending pile. The seat cushions lacking screws. Used books to sell online. Letters to write. And over all of this hangs an impenetrable fug, a mood as gray and lackluster as the day outside. A general feeling of uselessness. And uncertainty.

This too shall pass I am sure. After all, tomorrow is another day…