It’s 12:09 AM and I’m sitting down to write this blog.
If anyone else is like me then you probably do your most intense thinking at night (or in the shower but maybe that’s for another blog….or not). As I’m laying here in bed I got to thinking about my friends and school and how much I miss them and can’t wait to be back on campus. Me and my friends literally talk about this daily, and to quote Delia “If I had a dollar for every time I text you saying I miss you I could quit one of my jobs” and oddly enough this is true. Me and my friends miss the hell out of each other.
But this blog isn’t about that (even though I probably could write an entire blog about the difficultly of our long distance summer relationship), this blog is about expectations and new possibilities. As I said, I talk to my friends daily and today the subject was brought up between me and Delia about this coming semester. I told her that I felt like it was going be good year and that we were bound to have an amazing time. And I wasn’t lying, I see so much potential for all of my friends this year. I’m excited for new people, our new house, new classes, and new experiences.
I went into the Spring semester with the mentality that it was a fresh start. I had made some not so great choices my first semester and was ready to start over with a clear head and firm goals (one of these being a strict “boy break”…..but anyone who really knows me will know that this only lasted about two weeks). But even though my spring semester didn’t exactly turn out how I expected it to, it ended up being a great way for me to grow and figure out more about who I am and what I want. Not to mention I also had an amazing time and learned a lot of new things. I want this next year to be the exact same way. Obviously I have ideas in place as to what I want to do, where I want to be, and who I want to be with my sophomore year (and there are things coming up which will greatly affect all three), but at the same time I think I learned from Spring semester that sometimes life takes you down a path that you weren’t expecting. You might end up at a dead end or at times in what seems like a world-ending wreck, but once the wounds heal you’ll come out stronger and know that you’ve now seen all the flowers down a path that you never would’ve had you not followed down that dusty road. At least I think that’s what my spring semester taught me.
So I’m heading into this Fall semester with that mentality (and maybe I should reinstate the boy break…..maybe). The future is bright and I’m looking forward to finding out what’s ahead.
I don’t know, these are just the things I think about at midnight.
From me for you,
PS: It’s now 12:48, goodnight!