I’m doing a lot of reflecting. Last year, around this time, I was preparing to graduate. I remember wishing that time would slow down a bit – if any moment were to move in slow motion it would be this moment, right? I wrapped up my studio projects and days later I walked across a stage. It was done way too soon.
I’ve always had trouble with the end of things. I’ll stop reading a book before I finish the last few pages, and stay up late on my birthday into the next morning so it can last a bit longer. In elementary school, I would cry every last day of class, in class!
All this to say, I don’t like endings. I’m writing this the morning of today’s symposium, which feels like the biggest ending and it’ll move too quickly.