I graduated. Evidence:
I do not feel much different. I mean, I grew a lot during my time at BSC. I know that. I believe that with every fiber of my being.
But most of the changes in me are still occuring. I'm still on this journey. I'm still growing. And that's the most beautiful part.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. ~ Anais Nin