I just ransacked a memory box a best friend made me 5 years ago. The shabby bits of paper, pesos, and misc notes might be junk to anyone else, but to me it's irreplaceable.
Closing the chapter...
Moving on from Southwestern is a whole lot more like trying to put down a really good book right after the plot has thickened. On one hand I feel totally confident moving on knowing that I've been more than prepared for the "real world"; but on the other hand, being a door-to-door solicitor was also the easiest decision I'd made for the past 4 years became it was normal... Different is by no means bad but it sure is scary... I like that... Yes there's a risk involved: my dignity? Proving to myself and others that I'm doing the right thing. Proving that I'm growing. IMproving. I truly believe that the more difficult something is to start, the more difficult it is to quit: I really feel like I'm giving up a lot moving on and that's good... giving up but not missing out. Not missing out because the relationships and the lessons will always be there. That's truly priceless. And boy oh boy has this new chapter been a process to start.
I'm still totally at the front of the trailhead(s) trying to figure out which path to venture. Careless traveling? Short-time experience? Career? Time will tell, time will, or God will. And what a blasty blast "whatever will be, will be" will be.
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