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Stop Napping and Start Living

It's been so long since I've written anything that I'm kind of having a hard time doing it now. But, as a good friend just told me, I should probably write something...after all, I have about a month's worth of college to write about now.

I've never been someone who's good with transitions...or being away from home for very long...or meeting new people...or trying new things...so, I've had an eventful few weeks. But, while these last few weeks have been a little nerve-wracking and scary, it's helped me appreciate the little things: a good cup of coffee,  a call to a family member, macaroni, a good book or movie, a quiet moment, time spent outside, naps, etc. 

But, as the same friend just told me (she's pretty smart...), I need to quit napping and start living (I am paraphrasing. She said something much wiser that I should have written down at the time). The fact that I don't know anybody and my attitude can change at the drop of a hat. I just have to change them. I had to do the same thing in high school, and the memories of that transition are powering me through this one right now. It's easy to get up, to sleep during the day,  or to stay in my room and watch a movie, but it's smart to speak up, to get involved, and to appreciate both the opportunity I have to start over and the people who've stuck with me through all my ups and downs and are still here now. 

While I have plenty of hours a week to learn inside the classroom, but I have plenty more to learn about myself and others in the outside world. After all, that's part of college (or so I'm told. I'm not an expert. I've only been here a month, after all). So, I start today to expand my comfort zone, to stop napping and start living, to make the decisions that will lead me to the right people and make me a better person. After all, I have plenty of transitions ahead of me.

Enjoy the song. Thunder Clatter by Wild Cub

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