precious rain.

today was a rainy morning that turned into something beautiful this afternoon. to me, the day acted as tangible symbolism of seemingly gloomy situations having the potential for beauty in the end. after a great day, i was feeling rather reflective tonight and decided to read through some dusty journals. after getting lost in the old pages of pain, discovery, happiness, and growth i stumbled across an entry from almost exactly a year ago today that is quite fitting. re-reading entries such as this makes me so glad that i enjoy writing as much as i do, for sometimes words have the power to capture a moment in time perfectly in black and white.

Today was another rainy day that somehow offered hope. The rain brings life and life is ever so precious. The majority of the stress I anticipate for this semester is coming to a close until finals week, and for that I am very thankful! It's been interesting this semester and I've certainly learned a lot, in and (more so) out of the classroom. I try as much as I can to not "box" people and "put the person first". Once I get past the initial and natural biases/stereotypes I have in my head, I find it much easier to get to know someone for who they really are. It's a continual struggle but I am moving forward and movement is a good thing I think. You've got to start somewhere, right? I find myself upset that I am not more patient and slower to speak. I'd like to work on this a lot this summer. My professor does always say "active listening is a great skill to have". And professors are usually pretty right about these things? The rain continues to pitter-patter-pitter-patter against my roof, and I suddenly feel overwhelmingly lucky to have a roof over my head, protecting this mind of mine on this cool night. I am starting to fall asleep with hopes of life taking me on an adventure tomorrow.