Ballet, France, The Smiths, cinnamon, Juno, Tina Fey, Bob Dylan, NYC, greyhounds, books, Rookie, John Hughes.
Not that long ago, I heard someone say that we must allow ourselves to feel what we are feeling.
That really stuck with me because looking back, I think this year, junior year, has been more of a race to the finish line than anything else. I’ve treated it sort of as ripping off a band aid really quickly, instead of slowly enduring the pain.
And granted, that’s a pretty bad way to treat time and days and life. Like a scab underneath a bandage, or a competition to be over with.
even though it was tough, I did enjoy the school year. I made a lot of new friends and solidified old friendships. And I even talked to boys a little.
I think I’ve really come to know myself more. Like I know who I am, and it feels comfortable.
Going forward though, I really want to be careful to not rush through things just to get them over with. Like Mr. Detloff said, I need to feel and enjoy my feelings, instead of just blindly moving through, trying to get it all then. Because then, what good is that for anything.