Here I thought I hadn't written anything here since my acrostic poem about Winter Quarter, but I'd forgotten about my nearly-spring-break post a few weeks ago. See, Deb? This blog isn't dead! Just... sluggish. ^_^
As promised, I am posting my free-write that came from our meeting earlier today.
Pushing myself toward my goals is something that only I can do. The situation I'm in now is not ideal, but neither is it terrible. Reminding myself that it could only be worse, I continue trudging through the snow of obstacles--sometimes ankle-deep, sometimes waist-deep--toward whatever horizon awaits me.
In the valleys and foothills to come, I hope to find peace but not complacency; rest, but not laziness; solitude, but not loneliness.
Only I can meet my future.
4 comments:
I always say, you are the master of your own destiny. pwn it, Brandi, pwn it.
Heheh, I <3 you, Jenn! :D
I think the phrase "toward whatever horizon awaits me" is lovely--so open, so hopeful!
Danke, Deb! :D
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