As I glumly sat behind the wheel of my minivan a few days ago, I began reflecting on things. This prompted me to remain still at a green light, leading to the expected honking of people upset with the lack of action in their own lives. However, the thing I began musing on was about how much I’ve changed. I began thinking about my winter break and what I would be doing with it, and I came to the point where I reminisced on how I spent them in the past. The realization settled on me when I discovered that I no longer enjoyed staying home alone and doing solitary things, like reading for hours. It was a bitter moment actually; part of the blame was on college and how the forced interaction somehow stole a bit of my personality, dissipating any desire I had to be alone. The need for human contact was, in a way, a crippling inability to exist and entertain myself independently. However, the moment was fleeting when I began reflecting on my spiritual life as of now. I began seeing that I had always been blessed with an ability to communicate fairly well with others – the exterior reserved, awkward, aloofness was the only thing that made me unable to reach out to others. Now, I find myself in an internal skirmish come social gatherings; do I continue on with my newfound self, much of which has changed drastically, or do I let my old personality refresh itself. It’s a question that I find harder and harder to answer with each meeting of old friends. My life now is filled with God because of the environment that He’s placed me in, and yet, I’m not sure how it would be reflected if I did some of the things I used to do in order to get along with my old friends. I have since limited my swearing exponentially, normally catching myself before saying them, but it was that casual usage of it that seemed to let me “fit in.” All of this reflection is beginning to wear me out, so I guess I’ll just finish with a reminder that the true friends of mine won’t mind, and that as long as this new change doesn’t reflect my human judgment of my old friends but God’s love for them, I should be alright in the end.