It’s really easy to get wrapped up in the hectic nature of school. Sometimes I forget to take a step back and realize just how lucky I am to have the opportunity to study at such an incredible university. I have a solid, however small, group of friends who really care about me. I have fabulous followers and belong to a great blog circle. I’m part of a team and surrounded by some driven and dedicated rowers who not only care about the sport, but also their teammates.
I’ll be honest, I get quite stressed and it really affects me in so many ways. This semester has been particularly challenging in the stress department. I’ve had some pretty traumatic experiences (including an exceptional one concerning ketchup) occur over the past couple of weeks. While they would seem trivial to the average person, they’ve made me think a lot about who I am. California Funk can attest to my bizarre reactions to seemingly ordinary events.
I feel like I have just been running through the motions this semester. Not much heart involved, I guess. It’s not that I’ve felt overwhelmingly sad or depressed, but I just didn’t feel like things were all clicked in place.
I can’t pinpoint exactly what triggered the change, but Monday was the first day in a long time that I felt happy, truly happy. It was so strange. At first I thought it was just the coffee that I had, but it didn’t wear off, and there was no “crash.” Oddly, the happiness came at such an unsuspecting time: in my HELL WEEK (aka three midterms, two papers, and random written assignments). I was so happy to just be happy. I am happy to just be happy.