“Open the Window!” Mind started making applications to it the moment I read the title of this chapter of PoemCrazy by Susan Wooldridge. I love life, I truly love life—or more, I truly love living life. However, as a college student, sometimes it seems as though I’m not truly living life to it’s fullest; not taking time to stop and smell the roses. It’s so easy to get so overwhelmingly bogged down with work, school, church, responsibilities, and commitments that I never have time to simply stop. And though I’m living, I don’t have time to stop to realize it, to enjoy that I’m living, to notice and take delight in the simple pleasures of life, nature, relationships, or silliness. Sometimes I feel like I’m being squashed under the weight and pressure of it all.
Wooldridge asks questions that really hit home with me: “Where do you need freedom in your life? What part of you is longing to be expressed that you’ve ignored (or shut off) for fear of failure, fear of success, no time, or because you’re being over responsible?” Just a few hours before reading this chapter, I was talking to my mom telling her I wish I had time to take painting lessons with my sister. I used to draw and paint—it’s been years since I last held a paintbrush outside of my preschool class I teach. I used to love scrapbooking, preserving the cherished memories of my life in a fun and creative way, complied in a book for each year—I’m about two years behind. I used to love playing the piano and guitar—I’m quite a bit rusty now, go months without playing, and learning new songs is getting harder and harder. There are many other things I want time to do again—read the books I want to read outside of school, enjoy the wonders out of doors, etc. But I scarcely have a moment to breath, and am suffocating. It’s time I open the windows again and breath in the cool, crisp air, feel the wind on my face, close my eyes and smile—to rediscover how much I truly enjoy living.
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