I couldn’t have asked for a better end to the beginning of my summer. I have been able to reconnect with many of my friends from times past by “seeming chance” and others by good timing. Not to mention life has had the amazing fortune of bestowing blessings on me in surreal ways.
I ran into an old friend from the original coffee club some 20 years ago. I got to catch up with him sharing stories and our plans for the future. Hard to believe that 20 years ago, he was in his early 40s, and I was in my late teens. Today we shared advice and lessons that we felt would help us in our journies and business. I enjoyed catching up over a cup of coffee and cookies.
I also got to catch up with my coffee shop friend. Always nice to be able to have conversations about ideas and topics you can’t normally have or get to in these politically correct days. Conversations like that make me feel like Plato getting to walk and talk about philosophical ideas.
All things work out, this will be the last year of my academic carer at the University of Wyoming unless I go forward with my master’s degree. The amazing thing about this semester is that for the first time, I don’t feel I am in the academic race alone; I am truly a part of something. I am going to school with not only my little sister but with the kids of people I graduated highschool with. For me there are fewer things in life that bring as much joy then pushing yourself academically and learning new ideas concepts and diciplins.
I had a hart warming conversation with my adopted mom about life, and what it means to be going off to college. That feeling of being able to finally start to define who you are and what your about without haveing an umbrella over head in a safe environment to experiment, stumble and occasionally fall. I missed out on that experience of move in day and dorm life, instead I went to school at a community college and stayed at home and when I attended university the first couple of times I stayed in an apartment.
The closest thing I experience to move in day and the magic of move in day at the dorms is when I went to Tokyo for the first time. How I meet the first moments with fear, and anxiety but as I slowly gained my barings, and feet under me I found that that it was a good fear and good anxiety. By the end of the first day I was over my fear and anxiety, it had been replaced with joy and excitement. There is no reason to have the same feeling and usneassness of the future be meet with the same magic as I did with Tokyo.
I’m working on a poem that talks about the idea of when we lost our sense of self, adventure and discovery replacing it with fear complacency and doub allowing it to control our lives and our sense of the future. A voice echos in the back of my mind reminding me what it means to be a hero to myself, and what it means to stand up for myself. I find it amazing how many people want to stay in that world of fear and doubt. Life and the desire to live has been lost like our belief in magic and the unknown.
I am excited about finding and making that magic again and painting that future with the same positiveness of Tokyo and my discovery of life there and self discovery. The neat thing about life is that at different stages in life you get to discover, explore and put out there into the world your own your own ideas and philosophies in order and in attempts to make it a better place.