I drove back to Madison from Rockford with an absolutely empty feeling in my gut (despite my heavy lunch, *foghorn*). I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, exactly. I drove with the windows down the whole way back, and it was sunny, and I was listening/shouting out loud to The Cure unplugged. I came home, showered, and promptly went to sleep for thirteen hours. I’ve spent the better part of the last two days now in my room, writing, and “processing” (read: not doing my 878 memo or studying for my midterms).
This is difficult. This feeling is difficult. But I am constantly reminded that whatever the struggle may be, you absolutely cannot appreciate the good without the bad. The struggles and the setbacks and the disappointments and the fear and the failures and the moments when you just feel absolutely overwhelmed and defeated can only make you better in the end.
So here I am, starting from the beginning again. Hoping that I’ve learned enough lessons to get me through this.
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
*small voice*(And also, missing groups of people and also specific someones don’t help.)*/small voice*