The Pause that Satisfies...

In the South, that is a phrase that I have often heard used to describe an R.C. and a Moon Pie. For some reason the same phrase came to mind when the letter confirming my successful completion of the Boards arrived last week. It would appear that having the date moved up was a blessing in disguise after all. Strangely, there is a small sense of anti-climax. This event has been built up in my psyche as the finish line in a very long race for years. While there surely exists a great sense of accomplishment....now what? People like me need a goal, an end point. While catching more fish this year is a worthy task, it is hardly in the same ballpark as the job just completed. At least not until I retire in twenty or so years. Perhaps my next task will be to come up with the next goal. It'll do for now.