I even heard that it may run on the front page! With a picture! In color! Needless to say, I am quite excited.
I’m in probably the best place I’ve been since when I first started going out with Erica, or I graduated from high school, or maybe even since the high-energy days of junior high school. Everything is falling into place, and I feel like this is the semester when it will just all come together like it’s supposed to. I’m finally being recognized, in various ways, for my own talents, and breaking out of a subconscious shell that I’ve just recently discovered was covering me for the past few years—maybe since I came to Wes. Not a bad shell, per se, but more a shell of self-confidence that… wasn’t really so?
What I mean to say is, even in just the past two weeks I’ve made so many connections and embarked on so many meaningful projects, both mundane and grand, that are finally giving me both a sense of purpose in being here, as well as a new, stronger, and more foundational self-confidence than I’ve ever had before. There were the days of junior high and muscles and high school and brains and the days of conceitedness (ugh, I know), but this blossoming enhanced self-confidence is based on more worthy merits, I’d say. I mean, although an unspoken competition for the best abs, in junior high, might’ve made me look nice, was it useful in life? Probably not.
But working with Middletown kids to make something bigger than themselves, something with the potential to make Green Street blossom and flower even more? Getting into the nitty-gritty of local politics and standing up for the environment and making connections to local residents with real concerns and real lives? Adding to a class discussion—even, in a way, moulding (British, hehe) it? Fixing people’s computers, saving their papers, and giving my fellow students some peace of mind? Being a good friend? Holding the door for people? These are all things that have so much more significance than winning the girl (though I still very much want one) or being able to have anyone in the room stand on your stomach (I won’t go there). These are real accomplishments; they’re productive and they’re worthwhile, and they make a contribution to the well-being and happiness of the world. And I’m doing them, and I feel so good about it.
And I’ve already been far too immodest, which is not fitting of me. Therefore, the rest of my thoughts, as they have been lately, will be poured into a Private entry. Good night, friends!