So here I am, one year & seven months into my District residency, & every once in awhile something happens that causes me to reevaluate not only my life here, but my life in general - who I am & how far I have (or, in some cases, have not, but luckily this isn't one of those times) come.
Today I had one of thoe cartoon-light-bulb-over-my-head realizations that my emotions are finally in tact. And while I still have some absurdly undefined issues that need to work themselves out, I'm pleased to notice that I'm not a 16-year-old emo kid anymore. This afternoon, as I made one last shot at communication & then cleanly & efficiently severed ties with someone I care about who has no interest in reconciliation or talking things through like a mature adult, I happily recognized that I am:
- relatively emotionally secure
- ridiculously resilient
- not nearly as creepy as I sometimes think
- sufficiently but not unrealistically optimistic
- pretty freakin' normal.