The past two weeks have been kind of wild. In fact, in a lot of ways they have signified the beginning of the end for me and yet the beginning of so many other things.
In two weeks I have turned down the opportunity to live in Japan for three and a half months. I started an internship under the aquatic director of the brand new, state of the art campus recreation and wellness center. I’ve applied to take a summer class in Paris. I’ve been offered to spend the summer as the waterfront director at a summer camp in Maine with Jen. And I embarked on my final semester as an undergraduate student at the University of Iowa.
Besides my inability to make choices, I’ve been on a true rollercoaster of emotions. I can’t stop thinking. Should we move back to New England? But, I have dreamed of moving to Wisconsin. Do I want to follow my dream of being a full-time yoga teacher? But I’ve spent years passionately entwined in aquatics. Ahh, I love the beach.
Should I save all of my money and go to Europe or should I not sacrifice my quality of life for the next 5 months? I want to be my own boss. But I love the comradery of a work place. Do I want to travel this summer or spend time with my friends wandering through the Iowa City Farmer’s Market?
Will I find a job? I want to live near my family. Will I even look for a job? It’s really cold in Wisconsin. Will Matt be satisfied uprooting his business? I want to live in Greece.
I’m learning to trust in the process. Which is good, because I have a feeling it’s going to be a long one.