Well... I've been in Maryland for two months now and it still feels like a new pair of jeans: slightly uncomfortable and unforgiving. This life looked great on the hanger: sophisticated, glossy, completely different than anything I've ever tried before. At this point, I'm not sure that the fit is entirely "me." Although, I'm not sure that it isn't either...
Life has been turned upside down for almost everyone I love in the past year and not of their own choosing. With how unstable the world is right now, why would I choose to do this to myself?
Growing is supposed to be uncomfortable, and sometimes even painful. Being lonely and feeling uncertain are supposed to push me through the surface like a seedling or puncture the egg shell like a chick, leaving me stronger on the other side of things. I was becoming stagnant, so I moved, and right now I'm feeling a bit lost. I'm sure a baby chicken must feel this way too, after leaving the confines of egg life and stepping into the cold air. Now it is up to me to find my way out of the soil and into the sunlight. I need to keep the jeans on and live this new life until they mold around me. Until they feel so great that I never want to take them off.
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You are so awesome. I love the analogy. And, you need to write more! I thought we were going to live your new DC life vicariously through you...
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I need to stop working so much and go adventuring more so that I have some good stuff to write about!! Your b-day present to Scott is AMAZING btw.
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