reflection
I hate Snow Ball. Or, I deeply dislike it. This year there is no dressing up, no expectations, no dealing with the social strata of the college party. Yes, this sounds pathetic when I write it- but last year on this night- it was like some giant culmination of everything I had been dealing with all semester decided to storm down on me.
There are still threads of familiar fears floating around, new obstacles to traverse, worries neatly bundled in silent shells like clementines… but there’s also a surer footing. I’ve done so much legwork & I deserve some credit.
(That was really hard for me to say)
