Let’s make one thing clear. My age does not bother me. It never has. I don’t fear getting older, because that’s what is supposed to happen. I am 32 years old. Occasionally I pass for younger. Occasionally I feel younger. Other times, I feel older. Like the first day of class. I felt old. Realistically, the
A week before my first graduate-level course and I received an email from my professor. He provided two readings that he wanted us to check out prior to the first day of class. The words in his email caused a little bit more fear to sneak in. Please do not get discouraged after reading these!
I’ve tried pills and pills and pills. I’ve counted sheep and ducks and cars that drive by. I’ve tried this yoga breathing technique, and blinking rapidly for 2, 3, 5 minutes. I’ve tried going to bed earlier, later, in my bed and on the couch and sprawled out in the recliner. I even tried the floor,
I will get dressed, brush my hair, put on mascara, smile and laugh throughout the day. I will go to work, do my job, keep the program running as smoothly as I can. I will cry in the bathroom, clean mascara off my cheeks, know that it will be obvious that I have been crying. I will go