That cleaner life came in May, 2 weeks after my eyes steadied on the tides receding. Exchanging dirt for air, my life had rolled back in plumes of pure resolve (pura vida). I breathed deep the comfort of incredible new friends and a welcome profession. Settling back into my idea of existence never felt so good.
The summer days of June and (half of) July brought hours excused from my regular 50 minute intervals of clock-watching. Instead, I felt the sun tell time as it warmed my body by the wave pool...or maybe the ticking of the hands were lost all together, somewhere in a good book, a softball game, a forgotten movie, a laugh that's so hard you cry, a somewhat private love for writing, an overdue family reunion, a sound sleep. Life's simplicities covered up its intricacies in an instant.
It's the end of July now, and compared to 6 months ago, I wear a different look on my face. This one says it's committed to taking control. It's a little more confident, a little more secure, a little more unshakably happy. I've always been dedicated to this life, the one with trials and triumphs. Today, I take an even more passionate outlook on this journey, amazed at the girl I've become through it all.What would I have done and who would I be without my 4 months(ish) of dirt, air, time, and commitment?
(I've been holding on to some of these thoughts for a while.)
