Is tomorrow. Holy Moly.
Of course, I won't be there, though my sweet mother has offered several times to drive me to school to walk, which of course is impossible to decide to do the day before. I'll be here, having the best time.
It is weird, though. 3.5 years, thousands of dollars and pages of writing and licensing exams and paperwork, and then next week diplomas will come in the mail, and I'll be a therapist.
Just. Like. That.
Now, of course, the process of figuring out what kind of therapist I want to be and also trying to avoid clients committing suicide starts, which is exciting (the first part) and confusing (all of it) and terrifying (the last part) all at once. Just like with any new career, though starting it in your late twenties rather than at 22 is a little strange. I've already entered the work force once, and here I am doing it again. Maybe this time more on my own terms, though? We'll see.
Jay and I were talking about how strange it'll be to NOT be in school - I've been in school since we met, and it will be strange to not have that component of my life anymore, full stop. No more schedules, books, tuition - none of it.
I had a wonderful experience at Clemson, and the cool thing about being part time was that I got to be a part of several different groups of graduates - most folks complete this program in 2 or 2.5 years, and I gave myself an extra year to keep working. Frankly, though, I have no clue how everyone else masters the information in 2 years - it's a LOT of thinking about humans that has to happen, and I needed the extra time to think in my brain about all the things I was learning.
Endings are weird. There's a lot to think back on, and then the "now what?" question is coming up a LOT, from me internally and from others around me. I do have a part time therapy job starting in 2 weeks, and I'm contemplating setting up a private practice to keep seeing some clients from my internship and maybe doing some nutrition counseling.
Or I'll quit everything and move to Japan. We shall see.