Something to believe in
Thursday night; start of recess week. I haven’t been so tired in a long time and this exhaustion is simultaneously welcome and abhorred. Because I guess this is how school is supposed to feel and I’ve had it way too easy since 2010 ended. As much as I never feel like I live up to my own expectations, the few adrenalin-fueled moments that come by in a day are enough because at the very least, I know that I’m doing something right. Fatigue is nothing in the afterglow of accomplishment. And amidst all the uncertainty of finding my place in the greater scheme of things, should that not be enough?
