Tomorrow will be my first day of classes as a Junior at Agnes.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been thinking a lot about the past year. So much has happened…
I had three different addresses
My uncle was murdered by a boy he helped to make a man
Said man is still free (as far as I know) because of Florida’s “Stand Your Ground” law
I went to school full-time while working full-time
I participated in The Vagina Monologues
I entered a new age bracket (31-)*
I acted–On stage–In front of a (small) audience
I made new friends who are 10-ish years younger than me and whom I absolutely adore
I shared the most private piece of myself with close friends (get your mind out of the gutter)
I SURVIVED a full-time class load while working full-time
I became depressed
I fell in love with my hair
I overcame said depression
I participated in a research study for PTSD (not fun, y’all, not fun)
My grandfather passed away
My faith was challenged, stretched and refined
It’s been quite the adventure for me. There were times I didn’t think I’d make it. There were times I didn’t want to make it. But I did. Despite circumstances or feelings, I got up every day (“got up” being a very fluid term here). Because life happens with or without you. But nobody and nothing can make ME happen. That’s a decision I’ve got to make for myself.
This semester (and beyond) is bound to be a bundle of hard work, sleepless nights, hating my job, hating school, hating myself, loving it ALL, tears, laughs, and good times.
In a nutshell: ME.
*Back end of age bracket left intentionally blank. No need to make me feel older than what I am, okay?!