airport blues

I'm sitting here waiting for my plane. I'm going to an unfamiliar place, and it's funny how I'm still doing the same thing for another institution. Last night, I hung out with my high school friends, and it felt refreshing. It reminds me of how I was before college, before LM, before all the pressure. Sure, the three of us are undergoing pressure in one way or the other. One's struggling to graduate from law school, another's trying to free herself from the shackles of clannish relatives, and well, there's this shit with my career.

I regularly reflect on the many different aspects of life, and I recognize that I might have been ungrateful these past years. Several blessings have come my way, and I might not have fully realized this. Mom is fully recovered, I have an amazing friend and partner, I finished my degree, and I managed to save some cash.

I guess I should start putting blinders on so I can just keep steering my life in a general direction. Sure, I can't become a doctor, marine biologist or artist anymore. But I can stay out of trouble, and just keep doing whatever it is I am doing. I'm sure something's bound to come my way. I mean, I have been telling the world to pass the ball! I have been open to insights, opportunities, signs, patterns related to my career.

I guess I'm not doing bad; I just wish I did better. I'm just waiting for my plane.