“Sheila, we are just souls in bodies learnin’ stuff,” he said to me. And with that one utterance, I was able to let go of the guilt du jour for mistakes made that I had been carrying around. It is simply not true that therapy only happens in a therapist’s office. I find mine more often than not sitting across the table from someone I love at Daisycakes or Cocoa Cinnamon or Fullsteam.
As we begin the last 5 weeks of Spring 2013 semester at Duke I find myself reflective of the souls in bodies who are learning stuff. It’s that time of the year you can feel the fear from the seniors. It’s in their dreams of showing up to graduation in their pajamas, it’s in their memorized phrases they tell people my age when I ask, “so, what’s next?” This year, their fear bounces from them and jumps right into my own soul, also full of it’s own fear.