Sun’s breaking through those clouds outside.

Winter break is over. And with it leave a few wonderful weeks of friends, family, relaxation, and a medley of other unexpectedly enjoyable activities. I worked on most of the things I wanted to work on, met all the people I wanted to, read some of the books I’d have liked to, and spoke with a monk.

So here we are again at the onset of another semester. In some ways, a fresh slate; in some ways, the same old.

I’ve had a lot of time this last month to take a step back from myself in a way precluded by the previous semester. I’m incredibly optimistic about what I can do with these next four months, academically and otherwise (leaning otherwise).

A little while back, one of my friends said that I was earnest about self-improvement. I remember an intense feeling of being a fraud; of having seemingly accidentally convinced someone that I was the person I wanted to be; and for having apparently misrepresented myself.

By the close of this coming half-year, I would like to be able to take that compliment and be able to believe it. If not entirely, atleast moreso.

I am going to do the things I want to have done.