So I’m starting to realize that I love this Mather Library Desk. It’s while sitting here that I do a lot of my reflecting, thinking these days. And often it happens on Friday afternoon (to be fair, that’s when my library shift is). It’s a little blessing that has made a world of difference. And when things don’t go as I planned, and my mom worries or wonders just a little bit more, I realize that spending a little time with myself is really the best antidote to the self-doubt that creeps up on us every once in a while. And not just “spending time” in the sense of watching yet another rom-com (though, honestly, there are probably few that I haven’t yet seen), or pitying myself while eating chocolate chip cookie dough. Goodness, no. I’m talking about the kind of reflection that has me inspired, creative, hopeful. That last one is most important of all.
^^I mean that title literally. Yesterday, I was standing less than an arm’s length from Barbara Walters as she got into her big black SUV following a conversation with Professor David Gergen at Harvard’s Institute of Politics (IOP). The fan girl in me had already swollen to epic proportions and, as they say in the twitterverse, I was feeling absolutely #noshame. She is legend, and to both hear what she had to say to a room full of students and stand that close made me feel as though I was breathing in at least a small portion of what made her great.
But of course, you wake up the next morning and quickly realize that you are still the 20-something, struggling, wondering, infinitely blessed and yet infinitely worrying college student who still views greatness as something that steps into black SUVs and walks past on Harvard sidewalks as opposed to something actually achievable. It is the cruel irony of this place that it inspires as much as it grounds you in the hopes that you will remember just how far you have to go. But as Barbara Walters said to a crowded room at Harvard’s Institute of Politics, in order to get there, you really can’t shy away from the hard questions.