It is currently 6:20 AM. I want to write about school before the last of my firsts is over. I started grad school this week, which has conjured up a lot of feelings. One of those feelings is that of knowing absolutely nothing. Over the years, I have learned to embrace this feeling in a big, warm hug.
You walk into the first day of class, with nothing in hand but your willingness to do something you've never done before. You don't know anyone or, anything really and you get that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach. The fluttering of the butterflies of possibility. There's only one way to go from here, up and beyond your aspirations for yourself.
I am in love with this feeling. It humbles me and makes me feel about the size of a pebble. I am so incredibly grateful for the opportunity to continue my education, to learn, and to grow. I realize how much I missed being in this environment and how I have something many people never get to experience.
This morning, I have my first Saturday class. Yes, I'm a bit nervous, the butterflies have been fluttering about since last night, but I am also hopeful, and excited, and delusionally optimistic, the way a learner willing to gain new perspectives ought to be.