Almost Done

I should be studying. I’m always studying. Always working on something. Trying to accomplish some goal set by some elderly gentleman in a cardigan who strings words together twice a week as I scribble letters on a blank sheet of paper trying to keep up. I feel so stressed all the time.

I met my mom for coffee yesterday at Café Helios. She was getting her hair re-colored at a hair cutting place on glenwood south. The first things she said as she blustered in to the shop with her freshly colored hair blowing in the warm spring wind was, “Gosh you look tired. Look at the bags under your eyes!”

Now granted I was a little annoyed that she was a little bit late and I was worried that I would be late for work that afternoon butttt…… she had a point.

She reminded me of this story as we sat down.

When I was younger I used to get crazy stressed out. If I had anything due, instead of doing it I would cry in front of the computer. I would scream that the world was falling apart and I would fail at life and that I would explode from the pressures of my tiny pre-middle school life.

Mom was patient enough to talk me through those moments. I remember her sitting with me, reminding me that the report on ant colonies was not life threatening. I remember her slipping in when I was freaking out in my bed at night, unable to sleep and just sitting with me.

I handle stress much better now. It’s nice to remember though. I find comfort in the contrast. The measurable progress of growing up.

So for all of you that are under a weight right now, find comfort that you are growing up every second. That the stress you are feeling now is a lesson for the future.

love you

now back to my paper on language interaction in South Africa.

cLAZ

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