A Page From My Notebook: 1st Day In A New World

I was nervous. And afraid. 

 

I dropped my bags in my room. Then stepped outside.

 

Put the key in the hole. And twisted it.

 

This was going to be home for the next half year.

 

I soaked it in. And the realization left me dazed with excitement and terror. It was the perfect blend. I’d drink from this fountain every day if I could.

 

Then I walked. And walked. And walked.

 

Until the sky above me turned from blue to grey. 

 

I knew I had to document it all. 

 

So I put my limiting beliefs away.

 

Walked to the bookstore. And picked out a new notebook.

 

Then I found a tree.

 

Under it, I sat.

 

And opened the notebook to the first page. It was unfilled.

 

No different from my life. At this point, I had a lot of dreams. But I didn’t really have much going for myself. Needless to say, I was struggling. And afraid. 

 

What’s worst is I didn’t have anything to say…

 

Or I did, but the first page of a new notebook is always too intimidating. And words can never do it justice…no matter what they say. Trust me, I’ve tried.

 

And so I did what I always do to get over the hump. I like to purposely ruin the first page of a fresh new notebook with a horrible illustration.

 

And so that’s what I did.

 

Sitting alone…

 

Under a tree…

 

During a breezy summer evening…

 

In Southern California…

 

I drew…

 

The trajectory of my life…

 

And the decisions I made…

 

Hoping one day I would look back at this drawing and say…

 

“This was the moment I broke free from society and decided to live life my way.”