It’s springtime. My windows are open, my fans are pumping optimum air through my room, and I’m in a different time. It’s bizarre how fresh air — living air — can invoke nostalgic moments. Entering my room after my shower this morning it felt like I’d just moved into DDH. Even though that was back in August, it’s that time now as well.
Nostalgia is powerful and dangerous. All of the angst from this previous winter is pushed back to the recesses of my mind; yet, I can’t decide whether that’s a good thing. Uncertainty about classes brought out some amazing results. This detached sense about my classes I’m now nursing probably can’t replicate the Winter’s results. Then again, I don’t think I want it to. My focus is somewhere else and it feels awesome. My next 1000:1 will come out on Monday and that e-mail will hopefully refine how I’m choosing to focus on something else. My productivity has been “through-the-roof” the past three days, but it’s not on schoolwork. :/
Having frequent air-induced memories (at least five per day) has reaffirmed why I love my current Chicago setting. The insight from these recounted memories gives me some new strategies for the future. I’m not going to wear myself out this summer. I’m going to casually blog (non 1000:1) more. I’m going to take more chances and not worry so much about the anticipated results. Nostalgia from weather is liberating. It feels awesome.
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