This semester has been… limiting. In a good way.
Sophomore year requires a tough balance for happiness. You emerge from the year of freshmen insecurity and establishing yourself and admiring all of the glamorous upper classmen who we sometimes call “Gordon famous.” They do everything. They’re friendly with all the big names on campus. They seem perfect. And infinite.
Now you want that. And it’s not a bad thing. You want to matter to this community, to make it better, to engage in areas of campus life that you’re passionate about. So you apply for every leadership opening, register for as many high level classes as you can find, accept every job offer that will bolster your resume. When that’s not too much, you find more for the second half. Quickly, every single weekend for the rest of the semester is booked, and it’s only the end of January. You feel guilty when you take a break. Your favorite hobbies become distant memories. And you realize that maybe, just maybe, you took on a little bit too much.
Or maybe that’s just me?
I think it’s taken a crazy semester to shock me into reprioritizing – to search for a better balance between ambition and rest, to keep my eyes on God rather than on my next task. I can’t wait to rediscover the things that I love like jogging through the woods, spending alone time with my Bible, and visiting the beach. I hope this verse will frame next semester for me:
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” – Matthew 11:28-29