#AugustWritingChallenge - Day 9 - Rhythm
(So, I’ve been completely M.I.A. from this challenge this week. Blame an intense work schedule and moving. I could probably come up with 10 more excuses, if you give me a minute.)
#AugustWritingChallenge – Day 9 – Rhythm
I’ve settled into a groove, a rut, a rhythm. Every day, every week, and every month – it is all planned for me. I pry myself from bed, rush through my morning routine, walk past a gang of pervy construction workers on my way to the train station, and then settle in to work. I walk the 30 minutes home, catch up on my shows, scrounge up some dinner and go to bed way too late.
I can count the “fun” things I’ve done in the past few months on my hands. But here’s the funny thing about this rhythm I’ve settled into: it’s comforting. It’s like falling asleep in the backseat of a car. You feel incredibly dull and childlike, allowing yourself to be rocked to sleep, but when you get to your destination, you’re refreshed. Ready to tackle what is ahead.
I’m steadily working toward a goal. I won’t even write it here. It’s too close to my heart. And right now, I don’t really want that many adventures. I just want to land on my feet.
My world was rocked when I graduated in May. I never thought it would be that big of a deal. It was just the natural progression of things. I started college knowing that I had to be out in four years, when my scholarships ran out. But for some reason, I was still shocked to realize that nothing was really mapped out for me. Eighteen years in school, and suddenly, I’m expected to start a life? It warped my mind for about two months.
This rhythm I’ve settled into helped give me a sense of purpose, and something concrete on which to depend. I’m not afraid to have the adventures, or to make the changes, but sometimes, you just have to learn how to chill.