Well, the bitter sweetness of another semester wrapping up is on everybody’s minds these days, and as I roam the halls, I can’t help but feel the unwanted stress of a huge transition creeping up on me.

I mean, everything I’ve been working for in the last two years is finally coming to fruition, and I’m feeling the fear of the unknown tapping its boney finger on my shoulder and reminding me that writers don’t always end up gainfully employed.
I shrug it off with a grin and try to focus as I make my way through the empty halls at 10:30 on a Sunday night. The security guard takes my information, as I turn to flick the Endeavour’s lights on.
It’s a little chilly and smells like school, but the memories of the last two years’ trials and tribulations flow through my mind one by one like an unwanted leak. I couldn’t help but wonder what was next on the horizon. . . and I’m sure I’m not alone. In one way or another, all of us are wondering what the future is going to hold.
I guess I can relax; I sip my tea, which has become more of a necessity than an accessory these past two years, and think about the bridal magazine that will soon be filling the void the Endeavour has carved out for me. I’m thankful.
I’m thankful to have found a job that I truly want to be a part of. I’ve met too many students that leave school and end up back waitressing or dealing cards at the blackjack tables. So even though my job is part time to start, I’m on the edge of my seat because that twinkle in my eye is back, and deep down inside there’s somebody whispering “You’re going to do just fine.”
Maybe it’s the echo of my mom’s voice, perhaps it’s God, but one thing is certain – I’m choosing to believe my inner voice no matter what anybody else in the world is saying.
If you have a dream, follow it. Everybody thought Colonel Sanders was crazy when he started frying chicken in hopes of starting a restaurant during the Great Depression. However, look where he ended up. I think we can all take a page from his book. Don’t ever let anybody in this life tell you what you can and cannot do – in my experience people just like to hear the sound of their own voice and talk just for the sake of talking. Wink, wink.