momentum
The thing is, I'm back in school now.
I'm making my own momentum. Coming back I had no momentum whatsoever. I spent eight months in Phoenix, Arizona walking closely with a God who truly loves me-- not in class, not paying my own rent, not doing homework, living with family, almost no responsibilities-- but all kinds of spiritual weights and burdens to lift. Then all of a sudden, I got readmitted to UCLA, just two weeks before classes started, and the next day I jumped right back into joining band, days before band camp started.
Don't get me wrong! I'm happy I got back in! I'm happy for the second chance, I can't even express how it feels to start over again. But it's a big, big mountain to climb, and I had to start from the very bottom and I had to hit those first rocks at a full sprint.
All the bridges I had burned in my selfishness over two years would have to be rebuilt starting now, now, now, and all the responsibilities I'd given up would have to be piled back on starting tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, and there was no time to think before bandcamp started and all of a sudden here I am in week 2, doing all kinds of homework and taking quizzes and about to jump on a bus to the Bay with 160 strangers and 40 people I used to know, and I guess this is why I came back, to turn it all back around, right? This is why I came back.
The only thing is, God, you can't leave me now!
-danny-