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Thank you, June. 

With your departure, you had gently reminded me that half of the year is now gone. 

You have taught me how to be proud of myself,

the way I have been handling these past months. 

the silent battles I fought. 

the moments I had to be humble. 

the times I had to wipe my own tears and pat myself on the back. 

What is next, June? 

The nerves are real but the excitements outweigh them.