the breakdown doth cometh

so last week it happened. I broke down. I broke down in my Typography class because I was freaking out about all the work I had to complete in the short amount of time left in the semester. And I'm just being honest here, that I don't like to lose my composure in front of people, but that it happens and that I have learned to kind of embrace it, some times better than others. I tried to hide at first in the ladies bathroom and regain my composure but as soon as I began walking back to class and saw a friend, I broke down again in the hallway. And he knew exactly why I was upset, and he gave me a hug and said, "I was there two days ago. I know how you feel." And then more classmates and friends began to pass by and every single one of them stopped to hug me when they saw I was upset. Friends encouraged me, reminding me that it wouldn't be the end of the world if I couldn't complete a project, or if I couldn't make it as good as my "vision" for it was. Sometimes you can't get things done in the time alotted. A year from now, I won't be thinking about how my website wasn't a good as I wanted it to be... They also calmed the doubts I had swirling in my head, that I wasn't a good designer, that I wouldn't make it.
Standing in the hallway in Watkins, surrounded by the kind people I've been blessed to know, I began to feel better. I am so, so grateful for the people at Watkins. It is a community unlike any I have ever been in. My classmates are so kind and genuine, especially when they saw me breaking into pieces. And knowing they are in the same place makes it better too. They really do get it. My professor even joked that we all feel the way I do but I'm the only one brave enough to show it in public.
And so I share this as an admission of my humanity, but also to share about how wonderful the people are that I am surrounded by. Breakdowns are okay, and friends are there to hug you in the hallway.