It’s finally over. Finished. Complete. Six months of studying every day for 8-10 hours. What an absolute nightmare. It feels like I was put in a vortex that first day of studying and all of a sudden it’s today and the journey is over. I can’t seem to remember anything that happened this summer. It feels like one big, long, never-ending study session. Now I’m awake and I’m exhausted. It’s all catching up to me. The effort and the hours have put a strain on my existence. Yet somehow it still doesn’t feel real. It’s as if there still is something to be done, that I’m missing something. I’m hoping that eventually, I feel the relief of it being over.
The question is now, ‘What do I do with all of this free time?’ I did start work which means from 9-5 five days a week I booked. However, the rest of it is up to my discretion. I haven’t decided what I’d like to do. The one thing I know for certain is that I’d like to get back into writing every day. As for how I’ll use up the rest of this newfound time, it’s up in the air.