When I came into University as a Freshman, I, along with my other fresh-people, had to take a "StrengthsFinder" test.
Unsurprisingly, my top strength was "Achiever."
I enjoy recreationally being good at things, pretty regardless of what that thing is.
I study the situation, figure out a method and plan of attack, and start in slowly toward success until success is achieved.
The funny thing about forgiveness is that it doesn't really work that way. At one moment, you might be all in, all there, truly "feeling" the forgiveness.
Then it's two weeks later and the anger is like lava in your rib cage, seeping toward your heart.
It's ugly. And you're confused. "Didn't I work through this?"
I am right there in the midst, yet again, of cooling and chipping off that volcanic rock.
Life happened while I was away.
Shoot, life is happening in NI while I'm gone from it, too.
And that's weird, but it's true.
I still don't think I've experienced any culture shock--other than the professional kind--but in that way, in the sense of turning into my own present reality all the little and big changes that have occured in my absense, I am still reeling a bit.
My first "test" did not go super well, but I'm learning. I'm growing. And I'm letting go--again--of what I thought I had already let go of.
Every day we re-start over.
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