Intersected

My old friend from college, Jamie, has become quite a celebrity blogger as of late. She posted this contest, to write a short blurb in response to her blog tagline. I decided to take up the challenge because of the interesting question it posed (and for the prize—a blog make-over!).

“That place where work, love, and life all meet and you wonder, “where the hell do I go from here?”

The journey is the destination.

I keep reminding myself this when things seem tough, when the road gets windy and the wind stings my eyes. I am 23, and at the beginning stages of all possibilities. I have no attachments, no boundaries—my youth, my age, my bright attitude is at its peek and it’s now or never.

It seems that my work is my life, and my life is my work, and surrounded by this pattern is all encompassing love. I do not see work, love, and life as separate entities, which can become intersected in a jumbled mess. They are three faces of the same coin, all interconnected by my own life-energy.

The beginning of my journey, and the destination all live in this very present moment. I have nowhere to go from here, because I have already arrived.