Alas, the time has come. I feel as if I have been waiting on the edge of forever for a glimmer of hope which brought to me, an abundance of happiness. Not all has been l consumed in my state of euphoria, fear and anxiety still linger as an imminent change lures me in. This new journey beginning so soon to an end I could never have guessed would come so soon in my post grad life.
The world within reach to my outstretched arms holds a promise for brighter days ahead. This change though forced upon me seems to be the lighter in a room of candles.
I look back only to reflect on the days which I felt so lost, so confused, so insignificant. I analyze the steps, the decisions, and the support that has brought me to this day. It's almost impossible to pinpoint a moment, a fraction of time, that even comes close to explaining how I have become this person. I remember the nickels and dimes that complimented my tears as I walked aimlessly through a period of time I never thought I deserved, and never felt like I belonged. So insistent that life had a bigger plan for me than the moment forced upon me.
And then, I had thought everything made sense for a while. I had a purpose. Never did I think, in a million years, that less than a year after college I would be switching career paths, and feel completely right about it.
It's amazing what 8 months can do, how it can change your life. I walk with my head held high, with an air of confidence I never even knew I was capable of. I am learning to love my life despite its imperfections, and despite the obstacles and hardships that threaten to break my stride.
Challenges will ensue, and tears will still fall, but I will survive, despite it all.
