i received my letter of acceptance to csulb as an english literature major. i'm excited. and scared. and feeling so many things that just don't make much sense
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mmmm ok, this is random, but I felt compelled to comment.
I was the same as you in school, and will be when I go back for my masters. Architecture is my life, my blood....it's the energy that feeds my aura. Spaces and buildings and places and scale have such an affect on the psyche, it's hard for me to drop this...ever. Through college/studio, I was confident in my designs; thru process, thru conceptual design, thru theory. I knew what I was doing, and I was good at it. I graduated top of my class....and here we are. 3 years later. The fire is still there, successfully transitioned into the real world. Sad? I say nay. At times, compassion in what you love to do forces decisions, but in the end....only temporary. In the end, it's your escape from your duties as what i like to call the 'emotional sponge'.
I know, cuz once again, I'm the same way. When a friend has an issue, they come to me. If there is indecisiveness amonst the clan, guess who they turn to. If a heart has been broken, a soul trampled, even a spirit smashed....my door is always open. Maybe I have a bit more of an overall view of things? Possibly. Maybe it's because I never judge? Could be. Possibly a combination of empathy and a sturdy set of ears? Might be.
Sure. I'm a sponge. And I couldn't fathom being otherwise. The weight is menacing from time to time....which is always a quick reminder as you how important your role is in everyones life. Even if they all don't see it, you can rest assured that others do.
I was the same as you in school, and will be when I go back for my masters. Architecture is my life, my blood....it's the energy that feeds my aura. Spaces and buildings and places and scale have such an affect on the psyche, it's hard for me to drop this...ever. Through college/studio, I was confident in my designs; thru process, thru conceptual design, thru theory. I knew what I was doing, and I was good at it. I graduated top of my class....and here we are. 3 years later. The fire is still there, successfully transitioned into the real world. Sad? I say nay. At times, compassion in what you love to do forces decisions, but in the end....only temporary. In the end, it's your escape from your duties as what i like to call the 'emotional sponge'.
I know, cuz once again, I'm the same way. When a friend has an issue, they come to me. If there is indecisiveness amonst the clan, guess who they turn to. If a heart has been broken, a soul trampled, even a spirit smashed....my door is always open. Maybe I have a bit more of an overall view of things? Possibly. Maybe it's because I never judge? Could be. Possibly a combination of empathy and a sturdy set of ears? Might be.
Sure. I'm a sponge. And I couldn't fathom being otherwise. The weight is menacing from time to time....which is always a quick reminder as you how important your role is in everyones life. Even if they all don't see it, you can rest assured that others do.
Wow ok, that's too much. Give it up for insomnia.
/applaud
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