Well folks, I've done it. While I don't know if I passed my exams or not (I'm not opening results until I've got them all in hand), I can at least take solace in the fact that I took them all. I showed up. There is something to be said for the simple act of DOING - not knowing the outcome but just stepping forward (granted it wasn't as simple as just going there, I DID have to study for these dang things!) I realized today that I have wanted to become an architect for 24 years. As an eight-year-old living in Frank Lloyd Wright's Oak Park, I biked by Unity Temple and strolled by Heurtley's house, soaking up by osmosis the sense that buildings mattered. There was a simple grace in those uncomplicated beginnings, sketches of my own amateurish house designs scribbled on my father's legal pads under the dining room table. I wish I had those drawings today! I'm still proud of my doughnut courtyard house, pie-shaped rooms and all.
So, tonight my husband and I shared a bottle of champagne: for the things that have been accomplished, for the happiness and satisfaction of the present, and for the future unbound from inaction.