Thoughts on a winter evening

Maybe it's because I've been working towards this goal for so long, giving it more committment than I've shown school in a very long time, but now that I've been accepted to my first two choices, I almost feel like it's not enough. I can do more, it should have been harder...as if perhaps I think that because I got in, it can't really be that tough. It's too bad, I was so convinced for weeks, well months, that my chances of getting into school for physical therapy were slim after my random career path and when I got my first acceptance, and then my acceptance to my first choice, I don't remember the last time I've felt so ecstatic. Maybe it's the letdown that comes after every event we look forward to and work towards--all that and now it's over, so what do I focus on now? I know, I know, this half iron I signed up for. I guess I need a few days to wrap my mind around yet one more change in my life, even though this is a change I actually wanted. I guess I've finally become settled into a life, for the first time in years, and it's good. But I knew it was temporary. And it's not over yet, but I feel myself wanting to dig my heels in and slow time down, hold on to this winter for as long as possible. And yet at the end of it comes my own place again, and a life in Boston near so many of my greatest friends. I guess this is just me being contemplative, and perhaps a bit overanalytical...as usual. I need to refocus those energies into training as I seem to have lost a bit of momentum in the wake of my acceptance letters. After all those months of living in suspense, I'm exhausted...