As you may or may not have noticed, Breadcrumbs has been collecting a lot of dust since last spring. I went through a stage at the end of the last school year that didn’t put me in a very good place to update. The summer was spent recuperating, gathering my thoughts, and reigniting the passion that I may lose sight of for a while, but never really lose.
Now it’s autumn, and the world is aflutter with chill little breezes. This morning, I had to wrap my vest around my arms to keep warm on my way to work. Soon our campus will be covered in the russets and golds of the season, which, in my opinion, is one of the best reasons to live here. Something in my heart lifts every time I step outside.
What I’m saying is, it’s time for Breadcrumbs to come back.
When I returned to my dorm Sunday night, I set about cleaning my portions of the room that I share with the lovely Anna. I reorganized my desk and bedside table, I filled my trash bin with a new vanilla-scented bag, I vacuumed, I made my bed…and, you know, it felt really good. I think that sometimes, when our mind is in turmoil about what to do or if we need a fresh start or even a calm moment, a great place to begin is by bringing our outer world into order. I feel better when the space around me is clean, but being who I am—that is to say, utterly disorganized—I tend to forget that. There is a simple feeling of rightness that comes with acts like hanging up your bags, brushing your teeth, putting on a fresh change of clothes, or even pulling your hair out of your face. It says, “I’m ready”. Ready for what? Well, that varies.
Personally, I’m ready to start writing here again. I’m ready to start putting a real effort into achieving the things I wanted to achieve in college…and in life, for that matter. I’m waking up earlier, I’m trying out forms of meditation to see which one I like best, I’m back on my vitamin routine, and I am so very excited to make things happen.
So, before you go—before you leave this blog, before you open your eyes in the morning, before you walk out the door—try asking yourself if you’re ready.
Ready for what?
You tell me.