The last few weeks have been like the last soccer game; a few kicks to the body, one to the head and a crushing defeat. Not all of those were experienced by me, but I felt each one of them. As a successful person, it’s hard to deal with undesirable results.
I went back to the university where I graduated and sat in the places I once waited in as a student. I stared out the same windows, gawked at the same landscaping features and walked through the same doors. I wasn’t prepared for the feelings, the nostalgia. My thoughts were only broken by the voices of my students, calling my name, asking questions I didn’t always know the answers to. In those moments, I realized I had accomplished what I intended to when I first set foot on campus. I graduated, got a job and am now bringing my own students back, setting them up much in the same way I was.
Tomorrow, my cousin’s future husband is coming over. We’re going out for chicken and waffles. We’re going to engage in low-key activities. I’m looking forward to it.
I make the decision to stay up late only to hate myself the next morning. At least it’s Friday.