Changing of Seasons...

The seasons are one of the most basic and fundamental units of change in our lives, but growing up in San Diego, a city that spends its existence in a state of perpetual springtime, that change is not always readily apparent. But as inevitable as the orbit around the Sun, that change does come, both to cities and its people.

I feel the seasons changing now. There was a time not too long ago I was wrapped tightly in the complacency of routine. That familiarity coated me in a protective bubble, insulating me from self reflection of my true state. It is so easy to get lost in such comfort, of knowing for the most part what lies ahead that day and each day after it. But once that layer is stripped away, and nothing but the individual is left beneath, I was left with no real option but to truly evaluate the now.

That search has led me to this moment, hours from boarding a plane to New York, and an interview, if all goes well, that will send me out east. Honestly, I thought I would feel more nervous but so far only calm. Perhaps it will build as the actual time approaches. At the very least, I can feel confident in the fact that I formed a goal, made a decision, and followed through. No matter the outcome, I succeeded in that.