This morning, I had planned on going to one of my tried and true study spots. At the last second, I changed my mind and ended up at a rustic bakery and cafe. As it started to rain, I noticed I was the youngest person there. The place was filled with older people enjoying their morning tea and reading the paper. Maybe it was the smell of fresh baked bread, or the cinnamon in my coffee, but I couldn’t help but feel this nostalgic confidence about the place. I drank my coffee, ate my toast, watched the grey sky outside, and started studying for this semester. This year is going to be different. There are so many things I want to do and see but that’s not exactly what I mean by different.

I’ve been so hesitant to make any New Year’s resolutions this year because they just don’t seem to capture the change I know is already happening. It’s so easy to say my resolution is to travel more or to eat better, and maybe that’s where the hesitation comes in. Change isn’t easy. To effectively make a change or embrace a change takes painstaking work.

I don’t know how to put into my own words what I want out of this year. As I was reading last night though, I found this poem by rupi kaur that captures my desires perfectly. I want to be able to look back at this year and just be content with the growth that occurred.

In no way do I feel prepared for the semester that lies ahead of me. What I do know is I can’t wait to keep reading and writing and learning and traveling. I want this year to be filled with music and good food.  I plan on drinking more coffee and buying more flowers. And whatever change may come, I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.



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