learning to fly

well i'm learning to fly but i ain't got wings
and coming down is the hardest thing
-TB

junior year felt like junior month. it certainly didn't feel like 2 whole semesters, but then i think about the ups and downs, the people met who only stayed for a portion and those who i'm still growing to know, the decisions made and regretted, the decisions made and fulfilled, the convictions and blessings, the deep discussions that were heard so deeply and all the words said that meant nothing, the challenges faced and the praise given for once again being able to overcome...all wrapped up in a blur of wondering what it would feel like to be a senior to now realizing i'm here.

it's funny to me how what happens during a span of time seems to define it when i look back. and how in the moments it all seemed so different than it does now. what it was like then isn't necessarily what it is now, or what it is at all. i don't feel the intensity of the situations pressing down on me, but i know where i am now because of it so i realize that the pressure was all for growth. it's like learning to fly... without wings.