Three women made my week.
First, my writing professor has been very encouraging. She's a very special person who actually takes this whole "molding the minds of young, impressionable college students" thing very seriously. She's doing her best to give us the skills to think for ourselves (novel concept, right?). When I approached her about her gift (she gave us all fountain pens... truly a thoughtful gesture), and confessed to her my immature, irrational hang up (the one she gave me writes in blue ink... and I have this block with blue ink... I just can't use it), she was very understanding. She humored me, told me I wasn't strange (see how good she must be?), and gave me a black fountain pen.
Second, my boss has really seen through my tough girl act. She must have sensed how I've been feeling lately, because I didn't offer any information before she made a point to tell me that she appreciates my work, that she is grateful for me. It was a needed boost. This kind person told me, "I do appreciate you. You are a wonderful teacher. You have really helped me out so much just by being here. All the girls here love you. Most of all I have only heard wonderful things from the clients. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you." It's a rare person who can make me cry on a Monday morning.
Lastly, one of my former professors walked into the yoga studio tonight. She was one of the few people I know who seemed to believe in my abilities to write. I can't tell you how good it was to see her, to acknowledge one of my great influences, and to hear her ask me, "You're still writing, right?" Thanks to you and a little help from my loved ones, Professor, yes. I'm decidedly still writing.
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