When one takes a relaxing semester, one might expect that semester to be something along the lines of, well, relaxing. Instead, I find myself posed with an odd sense of stress about all the peaceful joy. My time is not being frittered away. I am doing things I love, but somehow, it doesn't seem quite right.
Nothing in the history of who I am has prepared me for such a challange, but I will learn to relax. I think we all should learn that one.
Once that lesson is learned, I will likely return to the relaxing stress that is normal life in America.
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