Clink! My glass is well over half full
Sip. Ruminating in the past year
Set. Breathing in the possibilities
Laugh. Life is good
My 23rd year began with a best friend, a mimosa, and endless potential. I was standing in my kitchen in my own place- I had achieved my goal of living alone for years. I was completing my two degrees, and had several options for where to go after graduation. Standing amidst my achieved goals and gas station orange juice containers, I was lost.
Possibilities were uncertainties. Potential was an uncomfortable word. The future was a whirlwind of haphazard ideas, goals unwritten.
If it’s not ok, it’s not the end.
I was lost because of passion. I embraced my adrift ideas as I pulled back my bow and prepared to launch into the great unknown. There was more inside of me than what I was currently offering to the world, and it was brilliant.
If I’m never lost, how can I be found?
I rarely know where I’m going, but I know that I’m on the right path. I know that where I’ve been is beautiful, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the journey.
Year 23 is nowhere near finished, but why wait for a birthday to acknowledge a remarkable period?