“There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.” – Marina Keegan
In my mind, the best flowers, are those used as designs in my morning mocha latte. The symbolism overwhelmed me yesterday as my favorite post-workout drink slid across the table – I’m a perennial, blossoming each spring after winters snow. Years ago I planted the seed of opportunity and, like clockwork, I spend every fall feeding it miles, tempos, and dedication for springs bloom. But, at times that doesn’t seem like enough. I feel pressure to live a certain way, to be “normal”. To better the world, fulfill a purpose. To dream the dreams others have for me. To get a 9-5, to be stable and secure.
Sometimes we go through life unsure. Unsure of what the future holds. Unsure of the right choices to make. Theres a lot of uncertainty in life. However, there’s also a lot of opportunity to make our own certainty. After April’s rainfall, heartache, and move I’ve found my way, and a sense of “The Opposite of Loneliness” in Boulder. Things are clicking, my petals are blooming. I feel certain that I’m forging forward here, gaining momentum for the dreams I have for myself. The Olympic Trials are in less than a month, and I’m preparing myself to run with the best of ’em.