A poem by Bethany N. Bella
I’ve ‘figured out’ or at least determined what ‘feels right’ right now in my quest for life and career and good work and what ‘success’ looks like for me, as a 21-year-old on the pursuit of her dreams.
So indulge me in my ramblings. Here’s what I think today:
A career-quest analogy from the coffee-table of Bethany & Kate¹
“I would say, 2-to-3,” she said, giving my leg another once-over.
“Months?” I squeaked out, imaging another 8 weeks like the last, resigned to physical therapy sessions every Wednesday and longingly looking out at the bike-path throughout the remainder of spring semester.
“Oh no, weeks! I’d say you could be running in 2-to-3 weeks.”
This post has been updated | March 25, 2017
Sometimes, it’s easier to get caught up in the self-deprecating squabble of gossip and false secrets than it is to live a positive life.
I know. I’ve seen it, lived it, lived around it and lived among it.
I’m naturally attracted to flowers, even though I’m super-sensitive to fragrances and other strong (mostly artificial) smells.
Flowers of all kinds, really — I don’t discriminate. My media inventory is sprinkled with flower photo-ops, colorful reminders of nature on the sides of sidewalks and hidden beauties in untamed meadows. I’ve also got a thing for trees, as anyone on my Instagram knows. If I haven’t posted a picture of a flower or a tree in days, you’ll know something’s incredibly wrong with me.