This is the day! After a year of neglect, I'm unstacking the heavy science books, running logs, and responsibilities that have been stifling my expressive writing. My hands are wide open, palms open the invigorating sunbeams that shine down on my endless summer. The gesture appears as a hybrid between a elated praising of the universe for the freedom it has bestowed on me, and muddled shrug that signals the question "What the hell do I do now?" Although the path I am toeing is broadcasted with destinations neatly carved into wooden arrows, I've got a compass behind my eyelids, with a tiny copper arrow that whirls excitedly to the rhythm of my soul.
I feel as though I am starting fresh. I have received my Bachelors of Science in Microbiology, a feat that I invested far more time into than I was okay with. I have laid five years of diligent training down onto the rugged track in the last race of my collegiate running career. I have packed my possessions and moved out of Isla Vista, the little community that made me into a more tolerant and well-rounded person. I have accomplished a lot in the last five years, and made friends that I will never again take for granted.
And all that was siphoned up into a big bad tornado that spit me ruthlessly into the "real world." Although I'm not in Kansas anymore, I'm pretty darn stoked about the opportunities that lay ahead of me!
So here's to the road ahead, may it be filled with joy!
What I'm listening to: Yellow Ledbetter by Pearl Jam
