I graduated today. I climbed from bed with a starving stomach and the butterflies wanting something too. I went through steps of getting ready and making sure the barbecue afterwards would go well.
As I sat there with my other class members, every one kept saying to be yourself. I couldn't help but look down at my red gown and think this isn't what I normally wear folks. But I digress ;). My gaze finally moved to my hands.
I saw old scars whether they be from something trivial like a broom handle when fighting for it with my father, or as serious as a recent knife cut because I was an idiot and cut towards myself.
*shakes head*
whether it was a scratch from work or a white line from playing quarters during driver's ED they all looked foreign. None of it looked like me. Until I looked at my ring, took it off my finger a bit and saw the white flesh underneath because of how much I had worn it.
I don't know why but it made me smile. I think it was because it was the one piece of jewelry or clothing that would last me this long. It had stuck through relationships, beating at work and being pounded on by accidentally hitting a wall.
I wanted to be like that I guess. . .
forever the same, never changing. . .
and there when needed. . .
Today I took a small walk across a stage, yet it meant more than that. It meant a step into more of an adult, it meant more homework, it meant new friends and less of seeing family.
It mean so much that I don't even know.
All I know is it's over, people are proud I've made it this far in my life and. . .
I am too.
Thank you for all those who have been there for me and will keep doing so.
You have no idea what it means to me. . . really :)
thank you.
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