And now what?...

What happens when everything you've been working for is over?  Olympians must feel this way on an epic scale (everything these days is an Olympic analogy lets be honest...isn't the olympics consuming every moment of your waking hours too?!)  But I have to say I kind of feel that way now that my program is over. Its like I work and work and work and live and breathe this program for months.  And then it consumes every fiber of my being for 4 weeks straight. And then its over.  And the simultaneous relief and exhaustion and feelings of missing something are overwhelming.  

The wildly (WILDLY) successful program ended this past saturday.  I hesitate to say this in fear of cursing myself for the future...But this was far and away the best group of students I have had the pleasure of working with.  They were kind, engaging, enjoyable to be around.  Things went so incredibly smoothly that I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I worked my tail off...don't get me wrong, there was no resting on my laurels or anything.  I guess my meticulous planning and my newfound ability to put things in perspective (this actually ISN'T the end of the world) actually paid off.  And it was it incredibly sweet and rewarding.

And then I shut down.

Saturday afternoon I literally laid on the couch for 5 hours straight.  I couldn't do anything.  I kept waiting for my work phone to ring and I kept thinking there was something I should be doing.  But there wasn't anything. It was so weird.  But still the great feeling of freedom didn't set in.

Sunday SP and I headed to the beach to celebrate my (and by association, her) freedom.  It has become a tradition. One I think we should definitely keep.  We even left the dog at home (thanks best friendsie face!) so it was total freedom and it was so strange and so lovely. Being responsible for only myself and my SP...it was relaxing in the most fabulous way.  And then freedom hit me and hit me hard!

Off to the beach, clearly I'm still tired! 

Oh Glorious sand and sun and ocean!

They tell me this is like the best pizza ever.  It was pretty delicious...

What's left over from breakfast.  And now we're on a diet...

We went to the boardwalk a little too early.  This however is the best time for pictures!

But apparently that old adage is true - there is no rest for the wicked.  And I'm definitely no good witch.  So after a couple extra days of hibernation (to try to get the shambles of my personal life back together...laundry, cleaning, dog baths etc) I'm back to the grind for a few weeks.  Intense clean up at work and prep for me leaving for nearly a month (EEK!) and all of those little details that are left for the wedding. Which is officially one month from today.  (DOUBLE EEK!)  Wedding's are a strange thing...but that's a whole other post for another time.  I am both excited and terrified simultaneously.  But I just successfully carried out a program that lasted 20x as long and dealt with 15x as many people.  I think I can handle one little wedding...right?! ;)

So sorry for my absence my friends (I've missed writing more than I thought I would) but I'm backkkkk!

Besos!