Regardless of if I was or wasn't talented, passionate or fantastic because of what I did, I was talented for being human. For choosing to continue to try. I didn't appreciate my valiant efforts for the fantasticness that they were.
As I sat there, under my loft bed, feeling surrounded by piles of clothes I was supposed to be putting away, I thought I would never be a thriving adult (not that I even knew what that looked like in the first place). Now, as I sit here on my de-lofted bed, with a pile of clothes I'm supposed to be packing (some things don't change), I laugh at the anxiety my little spectacular self had. And I reflect on the anxiety I have for the future- and how I will laugh at this anxiety too. The sooner I let the anxiety flow through and out, the sooner I can laugh at it. So here's to spring semester, I'm ready to laugh at fall-semester-freshman- self, I'm ready to make and say and do some of the same dumb stuff, but I'm also ready to make and say and do new dumb stuff, and do less of the old dumb stuff.
So Hogwarts, brace yourself. Rachel is returning to campus.