How many times have we done this?... the stress building up day after day, the nights shrinking into nonexistence, and the dreaded frustration of uncooperative computers! Such a familiar feeling.
This week, however, was different. Call it senioritis, call it loss of precious brain cells, but this time neither of us were able to handle the pressure quite as well. I've never felt this tired... I've never seen him so exhausted...
I hate it. I hate studio.
There, I've said it.
And yet, Friends, we are so close. In twenty-nine days, Daniel will have his final crit and fourteen days after that, he will walk down the aisle and receive his diploma. That blessed light at the end of the tunnel is faint, but growing daily.
Praise. the. good. LORD.
This week, however, was different. Call it senioritis, call it loss of precious brain cells, but this time neither of us were able to handle the pressure quite as well. I've never felt this tired... I've never seen him so exhausted...
I hate it. I hate studio.
There, I've said it.
And yet, Friends, we are so close. In twenty-nine days, Daniel will have his final crit and fourteen days after that, he will walk down the aisle and receive his diploma. That blessed light at the end of the tunnel is faint, but growing daily.
Praise. the. good. LORD.
3 comments:
Man, Daniel looks exhausted! We missed ya'll at church! Hopefully Sunday was restful. What is Tuesday looking like? We're flexible!
hmmm... never see you post a picture of you looking so glamorous...
thanks Meg ;)
Love the honesty. :) Almost done!
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