I wanted this for so long, and now I have it. I'm sitting at my desk, looking out my window to see a panoramic view of downtown Minneapolis, and running my fingers through the stack of lecture notes that I'm so happy to study. I think, I mean, I know there is a big difference between Berkeley Joann and Minneapolis Joann. I love being here, I'm carpe-diem-ing everything. I've learned to be quiet, and for the first time in many years, be real with myself and tell myself how nonsensical the critical voices were at times- the voices that had me convinced that I would never be this happy. Well, here I am, and I am very happy. Happy, for the least vapid reason I've ever been happy. They call it contentment, an idea (and a reality) that has been my most recent obsession. It's a very beautiful and acquirable state, one for which you must read in between the lines of the things that happen in life.
Feeling my papers in my hands is an unusually sweet today.
