loving what you do. Today, I spent a long, lazy Saturday afternoon at my newly-organized desk, researching a topic that has me absolutely gripped by the throat.
It’s almost embarrassing how much I love my major. I graduate in a few months… it seems like some sort of disillusionment should have set it. Aren’t students supposed to get sick of what they study? Instead, I’m still all starry-eyed, losing track of time in the stacks, walking out of the library with a pile of books up to my chin.
And that’s ok with me.