I can hear the rain tapping on the roof of our loft. For the first time in the last few months, I’m calmed by the sound of rain. As someone who is typically stressed out by loud noises, this is a significant change. What is the significance? Of that I’m unsure, but it feels like a spiritual change.
If you know me, you may know that I spent the first 13 years of my education in Catholic schools. After all those years, I was a bit sick of the religious talk and not being able to opt out of practicing something that I wasn’t excited about. Did I believe in my religion then? Do I believe in it now? In a sense, I do. Continue reading “An Everyday Communion”
Oh boy, is it chilly here. It’s nowhere near as bad as Michigan winters, of course, but it would have been nice to come here right out of a Michigan winter so I would think that this is warm. I miss the Michigan sun so much right now, I can hardly believe it. Especially since I came straight from summer, my body isn’t used to the lack of sunlight or temperatures below 70°. Whatever, I’ll live.
After getting in to the Cape Town airport at 9:20 (right on time!), my driver brought me to my loft for me to ring the bell and… have no one show up. Where were they? Continue reading “Chilly Firsts”
Ascending into clouds is euphoric; nothing is on my mind other than wonder and awe.
Watching the clouds go past, seeing peaks and valleys and rivers in a sea of softness. It looks so solid, like it could be a land itself, but to put too much trust in something so beautiful would be unwise. I’ll continue to watch from below, and from above when opportunities arise. In lucky glances, I catch pieces of the patchwork of the earth – sections of land, so small and well organized from up here. Those small pieces are places to explore, fill of opportunity to collect another piece of the puzzle that covers our world. I’m drawn to wonder: what stories does that land hold, of people who live there, people who have died there, people who have visited? Continue reading “Waxing Poetic About a New Adventure”
For the first time since I was old enough for people to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know what is around the corner of next year, or what’s to come in the following years. I really have no idea what life will look like for 30-year-old Emily. Continue reading “Conclusions & Unknowns”
Wow. I just looked back at work I was doing in early 2018, and I’m astounded by the difference in my work from then til now. Absolutely astounded. I’m almost having a hard time believing that the photos I took last year were even mine. Continue reading “Growth”
Only a few months away from being done with college, and there has never been more uncertainty in my life regarding where I’ll be in the coming months.
Whatever path I choose, the three key things I would need in my career would be autonomy, opportunities to learn and grow, and the means to foster connections with others. Because of this, I know I could fit in just about wherever I’m needed. The problem is, where do I start looking? Where will I be in 6 months – in a year? How will I be contributing to society? Continue reading “Dear Future Career”