I wasn't kidding when I said that this past Sunday felt like a "finishing" moment for me: in so much as you can try to divide time and compartmentalize life, which doesn't work very well. Life, I feel, is really just a series of dangling plot threads that keep popping up. Still and all, last Sunday was a moment for me, and some of the "moments" of this week have been like after-shocks. I've gotten to see some seniors a few times. One was out last night, which was interesting. Twice this week I saw speech-making students as they were working on their own parting words to their classmates (tomorrow's graduation should be interesting). I got to write one final message to the kids yesterday, the results of which I will never know.

I was trying to explain to a friend tonight this sense I have of "finishing" and the need to "begin again." To say that I have no new tricks to share is a bit misleading: I don't think anything I've done has been a "trick" in any proper sense of the word. But I do feel the need to do something. . . not reinvent myself, though that phrase has come to mind. I think this summer will be about revisiting some things that have shaped me. Life's not just about dangling plot lines, I think. A lot of it comes down to losing and finding yourself and being reminded of who you are at the heart of things. It's a constant rediscovery, I think, and it's a good thing. Even listening to friends talk recently has reminded me of how we are who we are and what it means to be who we are. Or something like that.

So tomorrow is graduation. It will be a good day, I believe. And even though there will always be a lingering (and a good lingering, I hope), the bulk of the what is over and done. Threading in and out, I suppose. And what becomes of what is next? That's an exciting thing to imagine!