I love being in education, but I do miss reveling in literature, seeing what others don't see. Maybe that's just a gratuitous past time that paved the way to who I am today, but there are days I miss who I used to be, that college-self, able to spend hours discussing T.S. Eliot, measuring my life by coffee spoons.
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You know, I have the same thought. The older I get, the more I believe that my younger self was smarter. Certainly quicker with taking in information. I think it has to do with the fact that I had time to devote to those activities. And I often joke (though I'm only half kidding) that if I got more sleep and had a maid/nanny/in-house chef that I would be brilliant!
As someone who has just spent the last 24 hours combing through old grad school papers, this post spoke volumes to me. I had been feeling a little guilty about looking back. But maybe it's also about appreciating where I am now.
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