Direction

It's been a difficult week. I'm hoping for good news next week regarding a project I've been working on for about a month, but in the meantime I'm trying to catch up after missing last week's LSAT class to attend the wedding. Plus I'm trying to land a gig for the summer, something that would prove good experience and that might translate into a letter of recommendation.

You learn to recognize certain feelings. Like sensing when a storm is coming, there are signs and there's a certain tension when your life is about to shift gears. Either you're about to have a breakaway lap or you'll crash into the rail.

But I'm optimistic. I've been around the track enough times to know there'll be another lap, regardless; and frankly, luck's been on my side. They say that chance favors the prepared and that fortune favors the bold, so I've made a habit of being both and it's worked. I'm hoping to continue the streak — but like I say, it's been a difficult week.

I was lost in the woods, once. I was walking with a friend and we were immersed in conversation, and somehow we lost the path. It never occurred to me to panic, though, because I knew we weren't far from civilization and that if we picked a direction and just walked, we would eventually stumble across a road. We ended up on a highway several miles away from my car, but I was right and we got home safely.

That's how I feel right now. I'm not sure exactly where I stand, and I don't know quite which way to walk; but I know where I need to be, and I know that I can figure out how to get myself there. And although I'll confess moments of frustration, despair is nowhere in sight — and that's reassuring.