University has started again. I had two great classes this morning. Writing and Ethics in Business. I looked out the window while I was in class and it started to snow great big flakes; it seemed the perfect way to start the winter semester.
Driving home I mused about the students I met. They are in those self-identifing years where everything you do and who you are with MATTERS. Of course this is retrospective because I didn’t know that when I was 20 my friends and family would leave a lasting imprint. Then when I turned 30 reality crept into my thought life and I became…stupider. (If that’s a word) It told me that the Jones’ matter and people are heartless and not to be trusted. I don’t want to be young again. Let’s get that straight. But I would not like to be old yet.
I want to be a jewel, bright and shiny.