It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m going to see Lily tonight. I’m so ready.
I have one more game left of my college career. One bowl game, and I can close the door on football. The semester from hell is finished, too. Twelve easy credits stand between graduation and me. The four classes I have yet to take will be nothing compared to the class loads I’ve had.
Bearing any major catastrophe, I’m in the clear. I can say that I’ve put it all on the table. I’ve given everything to accomplish my goals. The team had a winning season, and I’ll be graduating summa c*m laude the first weekend in May.
The relief flooding me is all encompassing, extinguishing the fire I’ve been under for several years now. I can finally breathe. I’ve made it.
Now, I can put Lily first on my priority list, where she belong
