Show. Done.
Showcase. Done.
Marketing Report. Done.
Thesis. Done.
MA. (almost) Done.

I can't believe there are only two weeks left till I school is over and I can call myself a Master of Acting (...ha!). Time has flown this year like I had never experienced it before. I remember landing in Bristol and being amazed by every simple English thing I could cast my gaze upon, but mostly, I remember thinking: this is too beautiful and I am too happy. How will I ever be able to move on once this year is over? As Dylan Thomas once famously wrote, "do not go gentle into that good night - rage, rage against the dying of the light." I used to have such a hard time with goodbyes when I was younger. The last day of school was always a tear-fest for me, and leaving camp was torture that would lead into a long period of mourning. And because of that, I've always started feeling nostalgic at the beginning of the beautiful things that happened to me, because I was already thinking of them ending.

I started this year thinking of how hard the end of it would be, but I think a huge part of my training has been about letting go - of old thinking, of old habits, and most importantly, of time. Whenever I feel stressed, I have a tendency to go back to telling myself that maybe I am not enough, thinking: well, by the time they were my age, so many people had accomplished so much more than I have. This year has taught me to breathe, and to realize that everything is the way it's supposed to be. I am enough. Everyone is enough.

My sister told me, just as we were coming back from Ireland and saying our goodbyes to each other, that the reason she was able to not get too depressed when good things were coming to an end, was because she would instantly know that it would mean the beginning of other greater things.

I can't wait for all the new beginnings. I'm terrified. But I can't wait.