Out with the old

THIS happens to me every last week of December. I clean, I throw away odd assortments of useless things I've accumulated over the year, thinking they might be useful someday. I erase files. I make copies, I make back-ups. I sweep like my life depended on it. And, I change my blog design.

There will be other changes too. I won't be in school next semester. I've graduated. Who knows what I'll do with a second masters degree. I'll be on my own the next few weeks sending off job applications, maybe holding a temporary, but interesting "pang-pocket money" kind of job. Suddenly, I will not be part of an official community. This means I'll have to creep back into the other communities I chose to ignore while I was tearing a path towards thesis completion: the church choir, maybe the larger symphony choir. The only sort of structure I see I'll be having will be the thrice of four times a week fitness class.

It's scary. I have no idea what's to become of me. I only have high hopes, darn good skills, and a thicker hide.