Satisfied.

This week, I walked through the place 

where I lived as a freshman.

Me in my freshman apartment.

I felt a bit nostalgic.

But I said to myself,

"I wouldn't trade who I am now

to go back to this,

good as it was."

Then I was talking to Genevieve about

Anne Shirley's age-old question:

"Which would you rather be?

Divinely beautiful,

or dazzlingly clever,

or angelically good?"

I realized that my answer was

None of the above.

 I'd rather stay the way I am.

Then today was kind of a hard day for some of us.

There were several group hugs in my apartment.

And somehow I said to myself,

"I'm glad life is hard.

It's better this way."

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It's nice sometimes

to realize that you're satisfied.