a breath of fresh air
yesterday i was walking to work, sulking a bit because i didn't want to be on my way to another unfufulling, minimum wage job, that i don't particularly care for, when i had a realization.
as i tromped through a big pile of leaves and it started to rain, i couldn't help but think about how close i am. i never really thought about it this way before, but when i left iowa, i took a deep breath, and started waiting. waiting for things to happen, and fall into place, waiting for things to be perfect. the reality is though, obviously, that waiting isn't really going to do me any good. i've got to get those last few pieces into place myself, and breathe a sigh of relief, because it's not going to happen by itself.
as i tromped through a big pile of leaves and it started to rain, i couldn't help but think about how close i am. i never really thought about it this way before, but when i left iowa, i took a deep breath, and started waiting. waiting for things to happen, and fall into place, waiting for things to be perfect. the reality is though, obviously, that waiting isn't really going to do me any good. i've got to get those last few pieces into place myself, and breathe a sigh of relief, because it's not going to happen by itself.