Do you ever have one of those days that feels like it's derailing everything you've been working towards? Like in one single day your whole life is being undermined?
Well, yesterday was one of those days for me. I woke up an hour late to find that the nails I had just painted the night before were already chipped. I was exhausted, and knew I had a lot of stuff to get through, including, of course, a huge history test, so I drank too much coffee, leaving me with heartburn, nausea, and jitters all day. I didn't have time to review for the history test, and my project for my Shakespeare class that I was supposed to finish up in the morning? Forget it. Plus I looked like a zombie.
To recap: yesterday was awful and I was feeling really done with everyone and everything, including myself.
But then, while on break in Art History, I opened an email from a Sweet Briar professor. I had emailed her earlier in the week letting her know how well I was doing at Portland Community College, and in life in general, and yesterday, reading her enthusiastic response, it felt like the whole email thread was mocking me. Until I read her closing.
"Onwards," she signed off. And I realized that it was just one day. My whole life wasn't derailing, this day wouldn't be the end of my entire future and everything I had worked for, it wouldn't be the end of anything. I would move onward from this day, and the next day after that, and the day after that, and so on. I would keep moving onward until I got to where I was supposed to be, until I got to who I was supposed to become.
And today? I'm in bed with a heating pad, drinking coffee, writing a blog post, catching up on some reading for Ethics, and knowing that today is just one day.
So, onwards,
Lily
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