This is the secret I’ve been sitting in, unsure of how to explain it or if it’s even valuable to share online: I’m starting a masters program.

We don’t look at someone like Serena Williams, the tennis legend, and wonder why she can’t play basketball very well. It would be absurd for her to think to herself, “I’m a terrible basketball player. I suck at long distance running.” Of course! She’s meant to be a tennis player and and she’s a world class at it.

I feel nervous. And not the kind of nervous that has a tinge of excitement, but the kind that is pushing at my seams, daring me to be overwhelmed.

I’ve been making peace with the city. We’ve had a complicated relationship.

First up, a little back story: 

I never thought I would say this: I love having a job. 

I had to wait for the dust to settle from my “spiritual overhaul”, excavate the mess I found in soul and hope that my feet will land in this reality again.