"My rut is very beautiful. I have been digging it all year. Every time I got more comfortable, my rut got a little deeper. Now it's fairly deep. I have nice flowers planted. A sitting area welcomes me to sit, relax, and take my time. However, it's still a rut. It's still time to mov eon. Even though outside the rut is scary, I need to go. The scenery isn't quite as nice and tame. Rather like going from a landscaped yard to the stark, barren desert; scary in its beauty. Time to move on. Get out of the comfort rut. Let my heart break a little and say goodbye. Take myself a little more seriously. Let my hair down when I have a chance. Maybe if I'm lucky, let my heart love my new surroundings. Maybe even dig a new rut."
I wrote this at the end of sophomore year in a chemistry class that would not end. I've thought about this little sketch several times over the years, but it's especially poignant this time around. I'm scared, but I have to keep reminding myself that the strangeness in my life will eventually become so normal I won't even remember why I was scared.
Good luck out there, Anne. You are going to do so well, and I'm not just saying that. I am so excited to see how much you will flourish. I am so happy for you and your new adventure. Have fun and thank you for being an example in kindness, bravery, and courage.
xo. Elise
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