It's cloudy outside. That's how I feel.
I'm a words person you know.
Well, sometimes words hurt and sting and bite. And scar.
Today I doubt myself. My abilities. Some things of which I was most proud.
I guess I kind of deserve it.
I mean, you can't get a job at 23, be 20 years younger than everyone else, and really expect people to take you or your professional views seriously, can you? Even after a few years of experience.
I mean, where exactly are you getting your information?
Who am I kidding?!
I was just talking to one of my besties the other day and I am sooooo grateful to have caught up. Grateful that she helped me feel valued as a friend. Grateful that she helped me feel validated when I mentioned aging.
You can't stay "young" forever can you?
I realized that a week ago when I realized that the wonderful and unique near-peer relationship I have with students won't last forever.
Will I lose touch? Will I view students in a negative light?
I hope I remember. Remember the enthusiasm. The passion. The hope.
But, for now it's just cloudy.
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You will always be years younger than me, and, I'll bet, others of your friends. Remember that when you get worked up about 'aging'.
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