Dreams So Real | Metric

Today was the first day of my last year of grad school. (I say “last year” knowing full well that there’s no guarantee that I won’t put myself through another academic hell sometime in the near or distant future.)

My brain is exhausted. I’m wondering if I’m going to be able to make it through this year. But the truth is I love this shit. 

I love school. I love numbers. I love figuring shit out. I love pushing myself. I love taking on a challenge.

I say I don’t. But apparently I do.

Apparently I love testing my limits. Finding out what I can handle. What I can take on. What I can get away with. What I can put up with. What will make me miserable. What will make me break down. What will make me wail.

And what will make me shut up an carry on