Moving On

The bar is over. I won't know for sure that I failed until sometime in April. I finished about an hour early yesterday (I don't spend much time dithering in an exam - if I don't know the answer right away, staring at it won't magically make me remember the proper rule) and walked out of that convention center positively giddy. I'm free! I can do whatever I want without feeling guilty because I'm not studying! It feels like it's been ages since that has been true. Probably because it has. Of course, now I get to feel guilty about not doing more to find an income stream . . . but that's not quite as bad.