I went to the art show today, met a freshman by the name of Amanda.
The tiny conversation I had with her combined with the beauty of all the things around me,
looking and studying these adjectives that describe my possible future in the program,
I got excited again. Not the anxious and nervous kind of excited, but the passionate,
'anticipating the best' kind of excited. In that moment design wasn't a chore,
it was an art form... and I regained perspective that had been slipping through my fingers
like salt and sand granules.
I needed it. After all the emotional caffeination I've been under, it brought me back up for air.
Wonderful-- the idea of success is not so unreachable anymore.
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About Me
- Ashley
- I am a tug of war between head and heart, a mess of body and soul. My greatest fear is my only hope, for it is not a man with beginning or end, but something much greater and wilder than anything of flesh and bone. I am a woman of simple words, wild love, and no apologies for either. © Ashley Burrough 2013. All Rights Reserved.
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