My journal entry from January 8, 1987:
It’s funny how I was questioning myself all week on why I left Carter-Wallace. I may have been miserable, but I would have had money. Then I got my grades in the mail — a 4.0!! What a feeling.
Wow. Carter-Wallace is the place I worked as a clerk before quitting to go back to college fulltime. Journaling is so powerful in how it lets us go back instantly to another place in our lives. I didn’t remember that particular juxtaposition of emotions until I reread that passage last night. So much has changed and yet sometimes I wonder.
I love how the triumph comes on the heels of the dejection. We all know it happens the other way around, too.
It’s called life.