Before I went back to nursing school I got an English degree from UNC Asheville.
It is an amazingly impractical degree that allowed me to learn tremendous amounts about people, the world, and how to not sound like an idiot while writing. But it ultimately made my brain explode with emotions and I realized I needed to pursue a profession where I could work in the moment and not think deeply about heavy shit too often.
Nowadays, I don’t think too much about my time studying literature, but every once in a while a memory will sneak up out of nowhere.
This morning I was drinking coffee. It was an exceptionally good, mind freeing, enlightening brew. “Didn’t I write a poem about coffee once?” my brain asked me.
In fact I had.