Places

Have you ever gotten that really great feeling when you just fit somewhere? When things just start to make perfect sense, and for just that short amount of time you feel like you're in a whole new world, one built just for you. Don't get me wrong, my place here at school is awesome, I wouldn't trade it for the world. But I just know when this whole school thing is over, I want to go right back to the place I spend my Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. I want to go to the place where my mind dwells when I'm suppose to be studying for a Spanish exam. That special place that's all me. I think there's a couple things that make a certain place special. One is the physical setting, the area, the people, the time. The other is the person you are in that place. When I'm there it's hard for me to think of returning back to textbook pages and track practices. People say that you can't be a social worker if you're in it for the money, you got to really love it. I'm finally starting to get that. It takes a special kind of person. I never really believed I had in me the 'special' people talk about, but I'm beginning to learn it's always been there. I just had to find it. And now that I have, all that I can think about are those special places, here and in the future. I know I haven't written in quite a long time. It's not that I haven't been thinking about it. I've actually started two or three, I've just been very confused on my thoughts lately. Hopefully this will get me back in the grove.