sometime in the middle of college - during what turned out to be a particularly bad winter season - i took a 8am class much too far of a distance from where i lived. younger and more vulnerable to dumb ideas me thought excitement would carry me through the whole semester. it did for 3 weeks. the rest of the semester i let college anxiety carry me. this class came at the juncture of “figuring out what i wanted to do in life” and i promised myself, and more importantly everyone around me, that after this class i would know what “life path” and “career” i would go down. so for a full 4 months i woke up at 7am and trekked for 30 minutes in my first real winter to get to a class that supposedly was going to help me figure it all out.
journeys become memories
journeys become memories
journeys become memories
sometime in the middle of college - during what turned out to be a particularly bad winter season - i took a 8am class much too far of a distance from where i lived. younger and more vulnerable to dumb ideas me thought excitement would carry me through the whole semester. it did for 3 weeks. the rest of the semester i let college anxiety carry me. this class came at the juncture of “figuring out what i wanted to do in life” and i promised myself, and more importantly everyone around me, that after this class i would know what “life path” and “career” i would go down. so for a full 4 months i woke up at 7am and trekked for 30 minutes in my first real winter to get to a class that supposedly was going to help me figure it all out.