You know, I don't want to jinx it, and I haven't said anything about this on Facebook because a lot of people I know are going through misery right now, but I am so close to having what I want in life that I can taste it. Several years ago, I had no one to turn to except for my own self-resolution and my family. I still put a lot of stake in those memories of when I was a teenager. I wrote a book, I won Scholastic awards, and I first became interested in everything I love today. It was like a Renaissance. But I was really unhappy. I had incredible amounts of anxiety and depression.
Today, I realized that the last few years have been a transformative process. Everything from my father's death, to failing the driving test three times, to sleeping on the floor of Heathrow Airport has been like some mythological quest- and, praise God, the Grail is in sight. I just have to hope that there isn't some other wolf lurking in the proverbial forest.
I'm on the Dean's List this semester. I have a lot of friends and people who care about me and are interested in my progress. I have professors who respect me. I actually have faith in my skills and abilities, but not so much that I lose sight of humility. My last predictable trial is bodily. I know that I have to lose a ton of weight, but why should that be any harder than anything else I have overcome?
Also, can I just ask a random unrelated question? Why is "Wipeout" still on television? Stupidest show ever.
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