every rose has its thorn

I feel like I'm at a resting point, thought wise.
Things are going well, quite well. Other than feeling slightly overwhelmed with work, there's nothing much to even complain about anymore..well, semi-worth complaining about, at any rate.

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be the last one standing? I'm not sure if it would be scary or exciting--probably an unfriendly mixture of both.

Confession: I'm growing really excited. Two weeks to go.