Lately I’ve been reading a lot of YA books. I know they are fiction but characters can feel so real - their mannerisms, their figures of speech. My imagination brings them to life.
One moment I woke up to use the bathroom at 5 in the morning. The next moment I stood horrified at the figure before me - my cousin had arrived home from her night shift at work. For me, this is the thing. For you, it may be the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your face after a long vacation with family. Or it’s all the picture-perfect photos on your wall. When your room has been messy for a month. It’s going on a walk and finding out that you have dog poop on your shoe as you enter the house.
Have you ever been in a math class, where the teacher has been going on for some time about how to find the p-value or the best method for sampling a group of people, and yet, it's like Stephen Hawking has come to talk to you about quantum physics?
I am lying down on my bed, typing this out. I have only just recently entered into my summer vacation, and after a year of school, all the hard questions have sort of come out of me. In the midst of the homework assignments, late nights, and club meetings to attend, I haven’t had time to really assess how I’m doing, the state of my being. This is an invitation for you to do the same.