Go.

Life is as unsure as you think it is. There are no clearly marked or beaten paths- at least not ones worth traveling. Take your time, take chances. Be bold, be brave. And go. Leaving, you see, is not the physical act you imagined it to be. It is the gathering up of yourself- the inventories to be taken, the uncertainties to be categorized. Feel the weight of the world evenly distributed throughout your limbs. It is not so heavy that way.

I sat down to think about what comes next. I sat down to write about it. And this is what came out of that internal struggle to want what might be easier. I don't know where I will be this time next year. All I know is that it will not be where I was this time last year. And that is comforting on its own merits.

I was talking to someone about coming full circle. Imagine a dark room and then picture a light spreading slowly, illuminating shadows. That is the best way to describe this journey. From feeling shattered, to slowly but surely piecing myself back together.

So, in this quiet uneventful week of Spring Break I have had even more time to imagine what comes next. And what I have concluded so far is that it will have been worth it to go the way that I have already gone. Those unmarked, unbeaten paths. And this is the way I intend to keep going.