The clouds curled ominously above my head, as I accelerated on the final stretch of pavement. C'mon, Bethany. My voice pounding inside my head, as my feet pounded on the gravel lining the strip of asphalt I skirt for my daily run. You can go faster. You can beat the rain. A twinge. A fiery blast …
Three Month Journal: Restless spirit
Restless. My spirit is restless. My brain is wired to make and do a thousand decisions today, and every day – and write another thousand emails while I’m at it. My environmental news archive nearly exceeds 2,000 links, and yet my to-read list is about as long as the continental divide. I’m writing poetry. I’m …
Two Month Journal: The fall of fear
Immobilized by fear, white-knuckling the handlebars, I pedaled faster. Faster faster faster. My heart gurgled and sputtered, like a rusty engine. Ignore it. Shove it down. Just keep going faster. Shallow breaths came quickly and exited all the same. Breathe, I told myself. Get a grip. Just breathe. But my solace wasn’t working. My escapade into …
One Month Journal: Serendipity, surrender
“The universe will provide,” my mentor says during one of our weekly picnic lunches, our legs outstretched on a patch of shaded lawn just outside of campus. “But you have to be willing to put in the work.” I nod my head in agreement, gazing up at a cerulean sky unfolding on this Thursday afternoon …
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Twelve Month Journal: Year in review (2016)
“everything is the same, yet everything is so different.” So is the anthem of this last hour, this last month, and this last year of my life. After hurdling back to Ohio from California earlier this month, I’ve somehow already found myself sandwiched between the same white-washed walls as last semester on Ohio University’s East …
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Eleven Month Journal: Peace on the Bay
"Being true to myself – my conscience, my strengths, my passions – is what’s most important. That’s what I hope to get right over these next four years: end with something that makes me proud of myself – not what my classmates thought was right, not what my logical left brain thought was safe." I …
