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Graduations.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Apr 28, 2023
  • 1 min read

Updated: May 7, 2023

As we approach graduation season I am reminded of ALL of the graduating we do during life.


In mine?


I graduated grades.


Then I graduated Universities.


Then I "graduated" daughter hood after my parents passed.


Then I "graduated" becoming a child once my kids were born.


Because with "graduations", come "promotions".

Promotion, by the way, is really a nice way to say, more responsibilities.


Anyways...


On this continuum, we are constantly graduating levels of life.


Graduating everything.



And, sometimes, just sometimes, people graduate by choice.


Others by circumstance.


That is not important.


What is, is how we handle these graduations.


And while some will be forever rewarding, some won't.


And not all will be pleasant.


But we are constantly graduating something.


And with every graduation, comes another responsibility.


So while we may evolve and graduate, we must understand that with each graduation comes more responsibilities, and alas more stress.


But with it, more accomplishment


Because we did something.


We are wired like that.


The more you do, and the better your are, the more people need you.


Shit, ain't that a kick in the head.


However, stay in school and get as many graduations as you can.


Graduations season is full blown, and underway.


So go out and get yourself one.


It's worth it.


That being said...


I am NOT LOOKING FORWARD to graduating from underwear into a diaper again...


In the meantime, I don't plan on attending l that graduation, and hope I won't remember going anyways.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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