The end…or a new beginning?


Today is the first day for four years that I haven’t been doing (or more often than not procrastinating about doing) uni work. And it feels rather odd. Sort of like I lost something but can’t quite remember what it is. The dissertation has been completed (well…finished, anyway) printed, bound and popped in the post. Who knows I might even end up with a half decent degree at the not so tender age of 42, but even if I don’t – that’s not the point. The point is I did it. I started a degree and I finished that same degree. Yay me!

So. Now what?

I have absolutely no bloody idea.

Scary, huh?