For a
moment so large, it suddenly seemed effortless. Smoothly, the tide of
relentless traffic carried me here, to my new home for the year. Another new
chapter. Calmly, it washes me up; a small shell tossed carelessly yet
simultaneously gently alongside all the others.
Maybe it was
and is my drive for something more, the chase of that immeasurable inconceivable
goal somewhere off in the distance, that has blurred my vision making
everything glisten with positivity and ambition.
Two weeks
after the initial drop, I sit here brimming with content. Fourteen days and
only one miniscule blip later and I still feel that same vein of hope pulsing
through my veins. I’m excited to embrace the inevitable tough challenges as and
when they come my way. In no way am I naïve enough to believe I will not
encounter complications but I already feel more self assured than before. Stronger.
Capable.
No doubt
about it, the forthcoming year will
be the most demanding and intimidating yet. Daily, I am surrounded by
intelligent, driven individuals who are unknowingly pushing me to be better, to
achieve greater. However, I am fortunate enough right now to be in a
position where I have the opportunity to decipher the best qualities of myself
and to nurture them, pursue them, encourage them.
A fresh
start.
A new
beginning.
The clichés
are correct; I feel able to leave behind the negative aspects and people of the
past, allowing the tide of life to wash them away allowing me to keep only
those that matter most. And with that comes a clearer mind. A chance to focus
on what really matters; to prioritise the right things and people. Finally.
For now,
the distance has brought me closer to certain individuals than I imagined it
would. And I’d leave time and time again if it meant we’d maintain that, and I
could keep this new found positivity.
Charly Cox recently wrote a beautiful piece on her travels to Amsterdam in which she
epitomized how I’m feeling better than I ever could:
‘It is here
I am letting learning throw me into adventure and in turn discovering teachings
that haven’t been bred from pain.’
Come on
London, let’s go and have the year of our lives.
A
xxxx
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