begining of the end

Last night as the lights went down, I realized I had completed my final production as an undergraduate student. I will be man enough to state that I did find myself misty eyed as I walked free of the main stage area and into the dressing rooms. For as much as I've struggled and complained about what I've done, I don't think I would trade it for anything. I had a good run. A rough series of consecutive years, but with great successes in their wake. I can not complain for that.

Now there is but a handful of loose ends to tie up before I may graduate and I must admit I'm a little nervous about that. When you come to this point, after all these years of struggle and hardship, I look back at it all and wish I could do it again. Could I try harder, could I have worked harder, am I really ready for what lies ahead?

Yes. Yes I think I am. Such an odd thing, this life. I think its time to find out a little 'moore' about mine.