Day Two
Hundred and Forty-Seven: Newspapers or
Something
On this the
eve of my fourth year of university I feel a tad nostalgic, but at the same
time anticipating the year to come. So
much is about to change, even more than the last year of my life, and it is
becoming more clear my path and the way that I expect things to be. I am struggling with expecting less and
anticipating more change and surprise, but it is hard. I want tomorrow to go a certain way, but when
expecting things to happen comes disappointment, and I need tomorrow to be as
smooth as possible for both my mental health as well as my positivity for the
rest of this term.
So I embark
on my journey into my final year of my undergrad with the thoughts and hopes
that it will be successful, and creative, and exciting. I hope I learn things that I would have
otherwise overlooked, and meet new people.
I hope to spend time, quality time, with people that I love, and respect
those moments for what they are. If
there’s one thing that I must remember for this term is that it will all turn
out, in hindsight, life looks pretty good, after it all happens that is.
Cheers to
one strong semester.
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