Finally

Does anybody remember in college when the professor handed out the syllabus at the beginning of the semester?  Was I the only person who looked at the projects, reading, and papers needing to be completed and start to panic?  Especially during the 18 hour semesters where everything in every class was due the same week?  The thought of having to take that exam or write the 20 page paper seemed horrible, but once the paper was written and the semester was over, looking back it didn't seem all that difficult.  The work wasn't to bad, but the thought of the work at the beginning was overwhelming.  Sometimes I think I often times fear a day that may possibly come in the future and the thought of that day upsets me, but once that day comes, it's not that bad at all.  

I had one of those days yesterday.  A day I knew was coming at some point in time.  A day I thought would really upset me.  But honestly, I wasn't upset at all.  I thought, I pondered, why is this not bothering me?  I have no reason.  I actually feel free.  Free that the day has come and has gone.  Free like in college when you take the last exam.  You knew the day would come and now that its over, there is some kind of freedom.  humm