Good Days

There are days I wake up and wonder, "how did I get here?" "Here" can be a lot of places. To some it can be a time in their life, a moment captured with only a simple feeling, or it could literally be a location you are currently at. *looks around at all her fellow collegues typying arduosly on their computer, to either finish a reasearch paper or post that new video everyone is talking about on facebook, or twitter or twatter, or whatever keeps us connected to the world these days* The truth is, despite my enthusiasm to create a better life for myself by relocating to a place that is a complete 180 degree turn and a few degrees colder from where I was just over six months ago and take what seems to be a giant leap by returning to school to finally get a little piece of paper that says I am qualified to get a job scares the hell out of me. I'm sure I'm not the only 22- year old woman struggling to find her place in this sort of crazy hectic chaos we have all come to know as earth. My "here" would have to be somewhere between the six inches of snow I can see falling outside and sharp pain I suddenly feel going down my back. (I am in the process of attemptimg to get in shape). I know that through this transition, physical, emotional, and spiritual, I will be bound to have good days and bad days. Regardless of the way I got to my "here," it becomes a bit irrelevant at the moment. For once in a very long time, my motivation, my drive, and my optimism seem to have gotten the best of me. Wherever this burst of "I got this" and "Si se puede" and "echale ganas" has come from I haven't a clue. For what's it's worth I'm embracing these feelings wholeheartedly. Today was just one of those good days. As for the snow, I'll just assume God wants me to have enough ice for some raspas. =)