It’s not about me

Well, we’ve moved into the new space – and for the entire month of August I was filled with angst about the fact that the books weren’t on the shelves properly, that bits and pieces weren’t finished, that my pencil drawer was broken, blah blah boring blah. It was, clearly, all about me.

Then Tuesday happened, and students started to come into the space. They never noticed those unfinished bits and pieces. The study rooms were constantly occupied. Sometimes, there was barely a free seat in the place. The window overlooking the Common was oohed and aahed over. Books were looked for and borrowed.

Clearly, it’s not about me.

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