I have ridden the 80-foot wave. I have finished the exams of my Junior Year. I’ve survived this spring.
The ride has been intense. Full of late nights, early mornings, long days of work, adrenaline, and endurance. Writing has been nearly nonexistent.
But finally, the spring is past.
I can move on. Dream new dreams. Accomplish new things. Writing can resume. Reading can become part of my daily routine again. Ah, the bliss of summer!