Slow Dash

This time in 24 hours I ought to be in the beach. I am excited. I'm also stressed about the logistics - transportation, packing clothes, food, drink, etc.

But yeah. I am hopeful that it's the first of a series of decent days. I'll be with old friends, and maybe make a few new ones. I don't think I'll transform things magically, no matter what my astrologers say. I'll likely see the world slowly twist in ways that work in their own fashion, and never in how I want it (because it hardly ever is the way we want it exactly).

I am slowly trying to piece my life together again. Granted, my grad studies still feels like it's stuck in a swampy mire. That part is slow and progress really feels like marching in mud.

But I found a nice enough job that lets me do it with my studies. I have been steadily working on my fitness. I am working on becoming the best version of myself, and hopefully be somebody that I can be proud of (or at least, be prouder of).

Is that enough? Is that how life is supposed to be lived? I don't know. I look at my elders and know that they made something of themselves, and carved opportunities where there were few. Today, there are many opportunities, but not many are new - not many will land you a life that is relatively comfortable.

Or maybe I should shut up from comparing and blogging about it and just hang tight. I'm already dying to get to the finish line. I forget I still have to do the running.