top of page

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.

 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Three and Me.

I enjoying cooking and trying new recipes. With 3 kids and no adult enjoying my creations besides me? Shoot me. Like I said my cookbook will be called, 2 out of 3. You would think these people graduat

 
 
 
Remember.

Remember to let the rain hit your window. Remember to listen to it. Remember to let your scars tell your story and remember to be proud to regale the tales of how you got them. Let your hurt serve to

 
 
 
Never My Love.

That was our song. The silence of your absence screams. The cruelty of your love being stolen from me? Contemptible. Missing your humor and touch? Irreplaceable. That laugh. I see now, that only those

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

Subscribe Form

Thanks for submitting!

©2020 by 2020 The Year That Nearly Killed Me.. Proudly created with Wix.com

  • Twitter
bottom of page