The first day of spring has coincided with the International Day of Happiness and it seems like it was fate. We think of Spring as a rebirth, as the season of hope when winter melts away to sunshine and barren landscapes bloom with color, filling the world with joy.
Another spring has arrived and this one, at least for me…is much different than the ones gone by. Last year I was in Rio de Janeiro, having the time of my life and enjoying my last semester of my undergrad. Those days were filled with sunshine and friendship as well as with self-discovery.
Having come off of a bad break-up (are there any other kind?) I was feeling especially lost and especially lonely. It’s so difficult, isn’t it? Those first few days, feeling absolutely alone. There’s not a lot worse than loneliness, and a break-up often has the same symptoms of mourning a loss. How else can a break-up be described if not a loss…and when it involves a first love, it’s a uniquely painful experience.
Now the memory of those dark days, along with the lonely nights of crying and the days of leaning on my best girl friends to eat ice cream with me and caramel pipoca…those days now give me strength.
This year I find myself needing that strength as I’m nearing the (possible) end of my academic career and attempting to launch myself into the professional world.
Everyone says I have a beautiful problem and boundless opportunities ahead of me, but I can’t help feeling scared.
However, it’s spring…the season of hope. I maintain my hope in the future and look to survive and succeed once again.