Jennifer Kendrick
So, which way do I turn? Can you tell me? There are so many options, so many paths I can take on the road of my life. My thoughts run wild through my mind. “Go back to school,” roars my mother. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've had to hear that. It's like it is one of those subway trains of choices, whirring around inside of my brain. I'm 32 years old, unemployed, and at the brink of insanity if anything else bad happens in my life. How could I go back to school ? Why are all these people in my life pressuring me to do so?
I take a deep breath. I inhale, then exhale slowly. I start the engine of my car, and I just start driving. Feeling the wind in my hair, music blaring loudly, I finally relax. I find peace in music. Even if it is rather violent rantings. I can hear the trains beginning to slow in my mind. My mind finds comfort in the ride. I'm driving to a friend's house to try and relax. Michael is an amazing guy. He knows how all of these choices are eating away at my sanity. He is my light in wilderness right now. My strength.
I arrive at his house and dread leaving the sanctuary of my vehicle. Alas, I can't hide here forever. There are things to be done. A financial aid application is one of those things. The trains begin to whirr again. Will I never find refuge for them?
“Come on in,” he says with a smile.
An hour later, and the hustle and bustle of the trains finally subsided. One decision had been made. I am going to college.
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