Contemplations. . .
So, I put off writing papers for a couple classes I took this semester and now I'm sitting here writing all of them. It's really amusing to me because I can clearly see how my perspective has changed over time. I'm not the same person I was a year ago, a month ago, a week ago, a day ago, or even a second ago. I am me singularly in this moment who I am in this moment. I need to find my passion and follow it. I love my job, but it's not my passion by any means of the word. I am wondering if I've allowed too much of my core be eroded away by the tumultuous waters of this semester. I am wondering if I can return to the way I was - if I can have my naivety back. . . I sure hope so.