“Hello, whole person.”
My friend and refugee care supervisor offered me this unusual greeting this morning in honor of my internship graduation. “Interns are not not whole people, but sometimes we talk about them as if they were a little less human,” he said. “You’re a full grown human and you just, for nine months, gave up some things that were in your right to choose.”
I do feel more like a whole person today. I’m thankful for the past nine months. The intensity of living and working with a small community, giving up much of ordinary life–a paycheck, drinking, dating, etc.–for the sake of attention to learning and growth has been very good. But as I told him, I already feel different than I did on Friday. I feel more relaxed, funnier.
“I feel like, after nine months, I just gave birth to myself.”