I’m currently on spring break (finally relaxing and getting away from the pressures of constant work), and for some unknown reason, I keep finding beauty in the most random and seemingly inconsequential moments. On Monday, I sat transfixed in the student lounge for a good hour or so, listening to a boy play piano in a way that simultaneously made me want to cry and jump out of my seat and rejoice (silly, I know). And today, while hanging out at Starbucks with my friend Sam and attempting to write my thesis chapter, I glanced out of the window, saw a sudden burst of sun illuminating the trees and cars and asphalt, and felt this urge to run out into the parking lot and just dance and dance and dance...
I feel all delicate and fractured, antsy, unsure, and expectant, and I can’t tell if I’m about to go crazy or if some good and meaningful change is finally happening in me. Who knows. All I can tell for sure is that I feel happy and free and looking forward to things for the first time in a long while, and if this is what it means to be growing as a person, then I’m glad that I am. I don’t want to change a thing.
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