At the beginning of this semester, I established that I didn’t know who I was. Now, as I drag my haggard body to the bitter end of these six weeks, I feel like I can take that assertion back, at least a little bit.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. My premise hasn’t changed. I’m still trying to be better. I’m still a work in progress. And I’m still practicing aggressive self-love. But before I was doing it in an experimental, questioning sort of way. Like that feeling when you’re playing a game of Jenga and you pull out a particularly sketchy block. The tense moment where everyone thinks, “Will it fall?”
But now, I know that it won’t fall. And even if it does, I’ll build it right back up again. These last six weeks challenged me in more ways than one. Events in my academic, work, and personal live had me questioning myself on many levels. But I made it. And actually, I feel stronger. Because I know myself better now, and I know that I’m going to succeed. I may have to redefine the word ‘success’ a few (hundred) times, but as long as I stay true to myself, to my students, and to my philosophy, I will continue to act beyond the fear of failure.