You humble me
In this moment: I am happy.
Not just because I am staring down at white puffy clouds from 30,000 feet (the skyline leaves me breathless every time).
I just wept silently, for my heart is brimming with joy.
I have done it.
I moved. I survived. I’m living. I’m working.
I’m doing what I came here to do. Rising above it all forces perspective. I am humbled by this elevation. I am beyond grateful: for the support that got me here, the experiences I’ve had, and the friends that surround me.
I feel with no regret:
Every experience, every mistake, every misstep, every late night, every tear, every effort I’ve made has led me here - Right to this moment.
I could fall asleep and never wake up, but I’d fall asleep with a smile on my face.
What beauty there is in this feeling.
I don’t want to lay down - settle - rest. I’m hungry for more. I’ll push myself farther. I know something big is coming.
I’m ready for it. I’ll work hard for it. And, even if I don’t move beyond this state of being, I’ll be content to feel this way indefinitely.
I don’t want to waste a single second of this. I’m ready for the next page.
