Yesterday, Maggie Rogers published an essay entitled “Maggie Rogers: The Truth About Dreams” in the New York Times, which was adapted from her NYU commencement speech.
Some lines particularly stuck out to me:
“I’d tell her to keep the dreams bigger than the fear.”
“Maybe, just maybe, all exits can be entrances, too. Maybe it’s about embracing the time in between — the minutes we have left. And all that will always be left unsaid.”
That one in particular inspired me to make this doodle in my journal:
As 5th grade graduation comes this Friday, my last one as a teacher, all the clichés run through my head:
When one thing ends, another begins.
It’s not the end of the book, just the end of a chapter.
But they’re clichés precisely because they ring true. Yes, it’s the end of an era, but it really is the beginning of another. Exits really can be entrances too.
That’s all exits are, I suppose: entrances to the outside. To fresher air. To the sunlight that blinds you when you leave a movie theater in the middle of the afternoon.
It takes a moment to adjust, but then, you take a breath and a step and begin the rest of your day.
Writing With Abandon 
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