life gives everyone grey hair
Sitting on the subway on the way into town may not be the most appropriate moment to make blog posts, but I have been thinking today (as I grapple with everything that is going on in my rather packed life) about how radically different my perspective is now from the way it was a few years ago during my first semester at Chicago. I almost can’t remember what it was like to be the ‘me’ of then, who now seems terribly nonchalant, terribly naive, and also terribly destructive.
The two biggest changes between then and now are that now I know what I want and I also know how to go about getting it (and how not to go about getting it).
I don’t think I could ever have imagined then living on faith and sheer will to the extent I am doing now. Everything seems to be falling into place these days; each time I feel as though I am just hanging on by a thread, the thread seems to hold in the end.
I guess that’s what experience and age give you: stronger thread.