In dressage, there is a term called the half pass. It is a lateral movement in which the horse moves forward and sideways at the same time, bent in the direction of travel.
And the half pass defines my life right now.
About a week before the spring semester began, I created a paper chain countdown to graduation. It had 117 links on it - from January 26 to May 23, 2015. When I hung it up in my room, it was so long that I had to put a basket under it so that the paper chain links would be protected. As of this Saturday, I will be down to the last two colors, alternating yellow and green. It is now slightly longer than my wingspan when I hold the end links with my arms outstretched.
I have 23 days before I graduate and leave Rochester.
And I still have completely no idea what I'm doing. All I know is that I'm half passing into the next phase of my life. I have way too short of an attention span to be a housewife, or a certified stay-at-home hobo. I am confident that I will find a job or paid internship fairly soon, but at this point I feel like I don't know what's going to happen. One thing that I know for sure is: Ringo will stay in Rochester until I receive a permanent job and find the perfect place for him to be (which will be difficult as Irish Rose has set the bar extremely high). I will miss that goober, but it is the best for him right now. There is no reason why he has to follow me and live in Oklahoma for three months, or tolerate the biting flies in Greensboro when he went the entire summer last year without needing his allergy medication.
I have lots of options though. I cannot stay in Rochester, since I will not have a place to live as of May 24. I could do a road trip. Pack up my car with tents and provisions and go. Take a solo trip across America and up into Alaska. Or I could somehow raise $3,000 in a month, take six months off of my life, and hike the Appalachian trail by myself. I could be a hobo in Philadelphia. Or I could live rent-free in Greensboro with my parents until I figure something out (and ride Bucky lots!).
All I know is, I'm on the rail, and half passing onto centerline. And where life takes me, I will go. Because I know whatever direction I go in, it'll be the right one.
And the half pass defines my life right now.
About a week before the spring semester began, I created a paper chain countdown to graduation. It had 117 links on it - from January 26 to May 23, 2015. When I hung it up in my room, it was so long that I had to put a basket under it so that the paper chain links would be protected. As of this Saturday, I will be down to the last two colors, alternating yellow and green. It is now slightly longer than my wingspan when I hold the end links with my arms outstretched.
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| Paper chain in the Great Room of the Alpha Xi Delta mansion |
And I still have completely no idea what I'm doing. All I know is that I'm half passing into the next phase of my life. I have way too short of an attention span to be a housewife, or a certified stay-at-home hobo. I am confident that I will find a job or paid internship fairly soon, but at this point I feel like I don't know what's going to happen. One thing that I know for sure is: Ringo will stay in Rochester until I receive a permanent job and find the perfect place for him to be (which will be difficult as Irish Rose has set the bar extremely high). I will miss that goober, but it is the best for him right now. There is no reason why he has to follow me and live in Oklahoma for three months, or tolerate the biting flies in Greensboro when he went the entire summer last year without needing his allergy medication.
I have lots of options though. I cannot stay in Rochester, since I will not have a place to live as of May 24. I could do a road trip. Pack up my car with tents and provisions and go. Take a solo trip across America and up into Alaska. Or I could somehow raise $3,000 in a month, take six months off of my life, and hike the Appalachian trail by myself. I could be a hobo in Philadelphia. Or I could live rent-free in Greensboro with my parents until I figure something out (and ride Bucky lots!).
All I know is, I'm on the rail, and half passing onto centerline. And where life takes me, I will go. Because I know whatever direction I go in, it'll be the right one.
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