With The World At My Feet

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Hello Internet!

Happy holidays to those that celebrate. Otherwise, I hope you are enjoying your spring weekend in fun and inventive ways. Yesterday was a big day for me. After what has been two years of graduate school, one semester of writing, and months upon weeks of planning my presentation, I have successfully completed and presented my Integrative Thesis Recommendations. This assignment has loomed over me and consumed my time and energy for far too long now and I’m grateful to be done.

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I couldn’t have done it without these people among many others. Something I have learned through this process is the importance of asking for help. This project was a culmination of long nights and worried weekends. The support and encouragement given to me was the fuel I needed to march on.

“If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?” – T.S. Elliot

My hope is that with the conclusion of my research I can propel myself into whatever comes next. Uncertainty continues to mark my visions of the future. Maybe I learn to poorly play the violin, the instrument’s strings wailing under the pressure of my practice. Maybe learning a new language would be most fulfilling. Exploring new corners of the Earth I have yet to consider simply by listening. Whatever comes next, it is time I am most eager to learn about.

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

I’m not interested in easy and I detest the idea of being average. I hope to change the world in extraordinary imperfect ways with time as my accomplice. One day at a time.

1 comments on “With The World At My Feet”

  1. This is one of my favourite poems, it always reminds me of my sister, who knows it off by heart and recites it with relish. I also love the idea of a gratitude journal. What a great way to chart your accomplishments. Happy holidays.

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