I did not plan to write again so soon, but I suppose that one of the “benefits” of being in a reflective headspace is sitting down and waxing poetic about random shit seems quite appealing.
Earlier today, I spent quite a bit of time looking at Facebook posts from 2010 to 2012. Doing so made me both nostalgic for the levity of my early 20s and really glad that I’ve moved beyond an existence in which my self-worth was tied up in other people’s perceptions of my value. That said, reading those posts and looking at those pictures mostly made me grateful for the places I’ve lived, the people I’ve loved, and the books I’ve read. As far as my emotional and intellectual development goes, college was a bloody great time in my life and there really isn’t much I would change, looking back.
For all that can be said about not looking back, I sometimes think that the most grounding, comforting thing that I can do for myself is to look back at the things that I’ve accomplished, the obstacles I’ve overcome, the experiences I’ve had, and the decisions I’ve made. Realizing that my life at present isn’t just a work of serendipity is calming in the best way: somehow knowing that I’ve navigated nearly three decades worth of choices and setbacks and still come out pretty damn okay is enough to remind me that this too shall pass. And when it does, I’ll be glad that I wrote about it…even in the vaguest of terms. =P