I splashed some water on my forearms, prolonging the inevitable plunge into coolness for a few more seconds. Tightening my swimmer’s cap and strapping on my goggles, I couldn’t stall any long; some other swimmer would want my lap here pretty soon if I didn’t push off from the sidelines and just start swimming.
Coming back to school for my final semester of undergrad, I chewed through yet *another* career-life crisis. I claimed I was at a crossroads — that my decisions to be decided over the next 15 weeks would define the trajectory of my immediate post-grad plans. Talk about a lot of pressure on these barely-stable shins!
Impatiently waiting for my body to heal, I don’t think I’ve learned this lesson quite yet. I wrote that sentiment two injuries ago, last February in another case of misdiagnosed stress-fractures.
I’m admittedly a little teary-eyed during my final move-in weekend before the last of my eight semesters is to dawn. Where did the time go?
It’s New Year’s Day, and I’m scrolling through my journey’s journals of the past 12 months. Come join me.
I’ve been struggling through some crippling insecurities lately, always made manifest when my school-churning brain is ‘at rest.’ So, inspired by a fellow Bobcat blogger, I decided this morning to interject body/self positivity into the universe with the following questionnaire. How well could you answer these questions about yourself?