Pedicured Nails

 My pedicure has grown out extensively. It's been 5 months since my graduation from my Masters and getting my nails done, and so much has happened it feels.

Just like the paint getting off, and my nail's growth to make the pedicure no longer fresh and new, so too does that time of graduating feel distant. I remember walking up those steps to receive my diploma and so elated and joy filled that the day had finally come, and everything was officially over, and it was a new beginning. 

My program too feels quite distant, and I must admit, a blur. It was all pretty demanding, busy, and exhausting. So, to be honest, I don't think about it too much and am glad it's behind me. And in some ways, that feels normal. My life and schedule look and feel different and all the in between to get here now. 

The path didn't look clear or super simple, mostly hazy and uncertain of what was next. I felt that I was mostly in my head and doing what I had to do, but not fully preparing or wanting to for what was to come. My heart and intuition were telling me other things- of what I was naturally good and gifted at, and what gave me peace and joy. 

Listening to my inner self and voice wasn't easy though, since that came with critical thoughts and doubts from me. I had to trust and accept. The reality didn't make sense, but the past did and what worked and made sense to me, even if not to others was what I kept coming back to. 

So, I don't think about that time too much, yet my toenails remind me. And other memories can creep back up, yet still mostly a blur, a set time and season, realizations and growth.