Reflecting on reflections and who I see when I look in the mirror— my reflection!
Being someone who has many firsts in my family, it feels like I’m being ungrateful when I admit that I have burnout. Burnout is inconvenient. It serves no purpose other than to remind me that I have limitations and I need to listen to my body when it speaks.
Alas, I have my health, my memories, and my diploma. I’ll be okay because I can keep moving forward.
I screamed louder than I ever have. I am leaving. I am free; I will be free. I’ll miss this. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss us.
As much as I miss France, I realize that there is a balance somewhere between here and there— perhaps it’s somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean or in between the healthy sleeping hours of 10 p.m. and midnight.