Today I woke up with my mind set on resumes, cover letters, references, jobs, grad school.
Today I woke up with my mind set on education, conflict resolution, social work, and public policy.
Today I woke up and thought I'd try to do all of these things in quick succession, bang it out as a bird beats its wings through the air.
Then my mind decided to stop me right there. Pressure seized the butterflies that spurred me forward, leaving a cold-blooded blister.
Things get complicated when you have to do other things alone.
So I made myself a breakfast of leftover kugel with an apple to garnish plus some go lean kashi with almond coconut milk, read up on current events in Israel and the US, fine tuned the wave with a hip hop spin off, and put on my favorite set of pajama pants that my ex-girlfriend had brought back from Israel for me three years back.
Ten minutes ago, it started hailing here in North Carolina in the middle of April. I sat on my porch in my pajama pants, long sleeved shirt, slippers, fingerless gloves sipping yerba mate. It was 47 degrees.
And then, the voice that had told me so boldly to begin smiled broadly, and said:
"Now that you are more able to greet your future, to shake its hand and feed it lunch, open your front door."