I had been staring at the flashing cursor on this blank page for a long time before my fingers finally touched the keyboard. There's so much I want to say, but I feel as though I need to sort it out before putting my roller-coaster thoughts down.
There I go, staring at the cursor again. ...
Marketing, Journalism, non-profit, interior design... a week ago, I would have said that I was completely lost and feeling like a floundering duck. Five days ago, I would say that I want to go into the non-profit sector. Two days ago, I would have told someone that my new path was marketing and journalism and that I was going back to school.
Yesterday. Yesterday, I grabbed at an opportunity within the interior design industry, and today I'm still hanging on. I don't know what this opportunity will provide... it may pan out to be nothing, a whisper in a breeze, or it could be my new future.
The point is that things are changing again... and I feel good. Not fantastic, but better. I feel like I've finally made a decision to move because the stillness was suffocating. I'm going to stir the dust that's settled, puff my cheeks and blow a new path.
I don't know where it's going yet, but it's going. I'm 26. I'm not old, but I'm also not a 22 year old college grad. In exactly 3 years from now, I'll be tip-toeing my way to my 30th birthday. Or shall I say dragging my feet? If I'm not 100% settled by then, it's fine... but at least I won't be statically unsettled anymore.
So there it is. I've been a roller-coaster without a track, and now I've moistened a finger in preparation to turn the page. All I can do now is keep my momentum up and press the finger to the fibers.
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