I think back to one of the happiest times in my life ten years ago. I was so young, fearless, in love, working, living, and going to school in New York City. Lest not forget the people at school and work that I’ve had the pleasure to call friends and still keep in touch with. Now ten years ago to the day, I’m back. The past eight weeks, my stress weight is slowly shedding. The torrential storms in my stomac, have been simmering as of late. I begin to feel like another set of weights has been lifted from my shoulders since this impromptu conversation began.
As I watch the latest batch of robots rushing to their offices to be charged and programmed for the day, I now know I’m very late for my own charging. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t care less. There is no place I’d rather be at this present moment. Even we responsible, cautious junkies deserve to be reckless now and then. It’s not everyday chaotic noise becomes a symphony out of nowhere. How strange that just two hours ago, all I could focus on was what was wrong with me and my situation. Now I’m thankful for all the little positive things that have surprisingly popped into my head.
For instance, how far I’ve come with my inner struggles and how they have lessened over time. How proud I am for being true to myself and standing up for what I believe in, no matter what the consequence. I love how, not only do I talk the talk, but have the courage to actually walk the walk. How I made the best of a health ailment that inspired me to become healthier and study nutrition, enabling me to use my fat girl syndrome by helping others. I’m proud of the fact that I was a late bloomer and waited until it was the right time for me. I love how I have a newfound appreciation for my hometown after all these years. Taking a look at something old and surprisingly finding something new. It’s so cool to see how my old high school classmates are now ubiquitous after years of not seeing one of their souls.
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