“I am overwhelmed and lost and confused and nervous and scared and lonely and maybe asking myself every thirty minutes why I’m doing this.”
I haven’t been writing much lately.
We can talk about that. Or not. I don’t know if I can explain it. If you’ve read anything around here before, you know I have a tendency to talk (a lot) about my relationship with words. But let’s not, right now.
Let’s just be real about right now.
I am terrified.
You maybe know that things have changed for me. The Fellows Program came to an end; I cried. I left Greensboro; I cried. I spent a summer at home; I cried a little bit. I moved to Durham a week ago (and yes, I cried).
Tomorrow, I begin my first day of classes as a Master of Theological Studies student at Duke Divinity School.
I. am. terrified.
I don’t like change, all that much. And I really, really, don’t like not knowing. I don’t like that I don’t know how to get…
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