The prologue

 I think I’ve always found solace in writing. If you were to look at my notes section, you’d be super confused, but also pleasantly surprised at the amount of things I write out. Whether it’s ideas, notes, reminders, or thoughts, writing has always been a medium to not only express myself but keep myself accountable. On the topic of accountability, I find myself on a plane going from west to east coast on a red-eye (which is superior, if I do say so myself), thinking of how to keep myself accountable. 

So at 1:57 AM, pacific standard time, I purchased a domain name & began to write, like it was due in the morning. Recently, with the end of grad school, I find myself so lost. I have been through a lot of things in my life, but losing is not one of them, well the feeling of being lost.  I’ve been pressed for time, in love, depressed, humbled, overworked, sleep deprived, but never truly lost. I think today it hit more as my degree came in the mail, I had finally accomplished something I wanted so much, I did it, we did it. I often say “we” when discussing this recent accomplishment, because the saying “it takes a village” is true. Now, everyone’s village looks a little different, but none the less, it’s a real thing. I am in constant awe of the support and love I’m surrounded by. I think back to the no sleep days & the constant emails, the red bulls, the crying in my bed wishing I could pause the day, all of that, challenged me. And when I was challenged I was humbly reminded by the beautiful humans in my life, that I was capable and would indeed get through it. Whatever challenge it was, whatever paper, assignment, medical plan (work stuff), I would succeed, and I did. 

So here lies a lot of hope, some sadness, and a desire to grow and do things that scare me. To exist in spaces I only dreamed of. 

MP