It’s amazing how cathartic writing can be. I’ve always considered myself to be pretty self-aware; if anything I probably err on the navel-gazing end of things. And yet even in the past couple of weeks I’ve had several revelations of things that had been hidden from me.
Today’s revelation came in the form of a college student with a crush. As I wrote her day, bouncing from one situation to another and leaving a trail of chaos behind her, a smug little voice in my brain said “Yeah, I’m glad I’m not like that any more.”