I guess it's easy to forget the things that make you happy, but I am convinced that there's no better moment than when that feeling takes you by surprise and rushes back into you like a fierce wave of energy and anticipation. Having the opportunity, once again, to teach Shakespeare at Georgetown has put me back into that euphoric state of last April. I remember getting up really early and being unable to fall asleep at night because I loved what I was doing so much that I couldn't wait for the day to begin again. And each day on my way to work lines of dialogue would be floating around in my head and I'd recite Shakespeare's words over and over again like a prayer. And maybe accepting the opportunity to teach Othello this semester came at the cost of job security next fall, but a little voice keeps telling me that this was the right decision and from the delightful mess of books and old notebooks covering my floor and the sound of Harold Bloom's podcasts that have been echoing through my apartment all afternoon, I can''t imagine doing anything else.
Life seems to be piecing itself back together again. I haven't been this happy in a long while.
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