Real quick, because the truth is that I don’t want to think about it anymore, but the past two weeks or so (which will be written about in due time) have been pretty eye-opening in a lot of ways.

I complain and whine a lot about how I somehow turned from a social hub to a misanthrope, about how I’ve lost my ability to talk in coherent sentences to girls, about how DC used to be my city and somehow it no longer is, about how I lost my audacity and boldness. And it’s natural to want to complain: Making the move to PA for law school wasn’t easy, a breakup in the process didn’t help, and diving into school made little time for outside activities.

But you know what? My voice is hoarse from complaining and I’m thirsty for more than this. The past two weeks, in many, many respects made me realize that…I’m thirsty. I want more.

So, the lesson learned is this: It’s all mine. It’s all up to me. And, quite simply, if you don’t like where you are, if you don’t like who you are, if you don’t like how she or he or they make you feel…

Then stop. Then turn it around. Change..Grow. It’s all yours. It’s all up to you.