Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Here's to one year, New York.

It’s beginning to look like fall outside. The clouds were out today, and the cooler breeze was up. I ate a few candy corns to commemorate the changing of the season. There is much newness and growth to be excited about, for it has been one whole year since I arrived in New York. I can’t really comprehend that all that time has passed, especially since I still feel high – this place is still new to me. Sure I got the subway system down and walk the streets at full speed like everyone is in my way, but occasionally (frequently, actually) I stop to just feel where I am. Every day I am grateful for the absence of presumption, expectation, and confinement in my steps.

I’ve experienced a lot of changes in the past twelve months that I feel great about. When I arrived, I got a great paying job and felt pretty set for the ensuing months of discovery and unraveling, all the while knowing it was temporary and meant as an adjustment period. The months dragged on I wished and hoped and despaired for not doing what it was I came here to do and soon enough realized I had needed to really get that “comfort” out of my system. Although I was treated well and living the easy life, the true ease would come with decisions that were natural – not the ones I make because I feel like I have to. There are infinite ways to support yourself and be happy doing so; I do not need to continue this devotion to a paycheck. My contract ends on October 10th and I’m excited. I’ve learned a lot in the job sphere and even garnered the support of reputable professionals in my dreamy and idealistic pursuit of a second education. YESSSSS – classes have begun!

There is something SO rewarding about really pushing through your fears when it comes to doing what you KNOW you want to and need to do. I’m actually doing my homework this time around, and thoroughly enjoying lecture and lab instead of feeling scared of failing like I vividly remember, and like I recognize strongly in my surrounding 18yo peers. My professor, an adjunct professor whose full-time career is as a Bird Biologist at the American Museum of Natural History, is perfect. His perspective is real-world and open-minded and I just love what he has to say about all the world’s knowledge and un-knowledge and how much room we have to be surprised in life. Never just take anyone’s word for it – how can we ever really know all of the infinite possibilities? PERFECT. I want to chew his brain about all the things and I’m so looking forward to doing that this semester. In short, I am fed very deeply by making this happen for myself. Each minute is pleasantly worthwhile – I made the right choice.

I feel every day like I’m making the right choices. The freedom has settled in – how quickly our habit-changing behavior can take root and bring just what we hoped it would into our lives. The road is long and must be diligently followed, but no failure will sting quite as much as the ones you made before deciding to risk departing with the known. See the world as bringing you fortune and that it will. Very passionately and with much support.

And on we march.