Hurridly clicking towards my future, all things considered at once. A flood of ideas and a new path opens wide, hungry for me to take the first step. All the dissarray was for a reason, that awkward birth created a steady footing. Each day of my life has whispered one word of a narrative. The intro is finally done.
Today I decided to be someone new. I disregarded the pessimism that clouded my action. I put on a new coat that had seen better days and walked down the stairs to my impatient truck. We started together and I turned the country music down. Looking back sometimes, you see the truths that people desperately tried to impart to you and feel that rush of naivite turn you warm. I thanked them collectively, loudly, all at once. They heard me I am sure. Turn, turn, turn again and I am on the open road; so tempting to go the opposite way of responsibility. Something that used to make me cringe, now I see it is was gives me freedom. But I take the road toward tomorrow. The road was wet, like in all those car commercials and my truck felt new again. I remembered when I first drove her off the lot with all the windows down. The smile seemed to take up my whole being. She was mine, I was hers. Nothing could change that fact; the beginning of permanence, of adulthood. I can still smell that moment sometimes, just a young girl with her hair blowing through a pickup truck. It felt like we had a comet tail that couldnt catch us. Now that feeling flies next to me with my warm coffee and low music on my way to work. Laughing for no apparent reason, trek the freeway, exit, up the big hill to youth and promise. The students give it to you for free, no strings attached. Talking with them, yesterday doesn't really matter. This moment does. The day flies by, tiny accomplishments.
Pack up, look around see what really counts in the grand equation. Take it with you. It's yours.