Why is this the class that I seem to somehow mention the most when a conversation comes up about college memories? I’m never bringing up Calculus, Rhetoric, Chemistry II, or the many other forgetful classes plastered on my transcript.

This class was different. Fun, exciting, interesting. “See that guy over there? He just got back from a worldwide museum speaking tour on African art. He must be so fun, exciting, and interesting.” That guy is probably wearing a beret and mismatched socks. So interesting.

Some of it is that we might like to think we are someone we aren’t. But maybe that is still the person we are, just other stuff gets in the way or clouded. Just because we might not specifically be that above gentleman in the beret, we can follow our interests. We can learn. We can teach. We can even buy a beret if we think it’ll help. The point is that we don’t have to dream about what we wish we were, but we can make baby tweaks as we see fit to get there, or even partially there. That is part of successfully living.