“Why is everyone here crying?”
I looked up from my bench in Coker Arboretum to see a small boy with both arms thrown in the air staring straight at me.
“She’s just reading!” The Morehead camp counselor shushed the boy and hurried the boy and the rest of the small herd of children away as I buried my face in my copy of “Confessions of a Shopaholic: Shopaholic Ties the Knot” that I was definitely not reading.
The boy stared suspiciously in my direction as he toddled away.
It had been a long week. Some time near the end of spring semester, still in the clutches of midterms and approaching the grasp of finals, there were just an overwhelming amount of stressors clouding my day: homework, final projects, internships, Villanova, work, not being positive when I last cleaned my bathroom, my cat allergy and more homework.
When things pile up like this, I head into the arboretum to my second-favorite bench (my favorite bench is for reading and artsy Instagrams). Sitting under the green canopy and isolated by the faint buzz of traffic from Cameron Avenue, it’s easy to feel like you’re very small and your problems are very big.
Sometimes you need a place to sit and think and feel your feelings and embrace your stress. But what I got (and needed) was an important reminder:
“Everyone here is crying.”