June arrives and I contemplate the goals I brainstormed in the beginning of the year. What have I created? What accomplishments? Half of me is naturally relaxed, a lover of quiet living, and the other half pressures me to make to-do lists & checklists. Start re-paying loans, organize, make myself useful. Yet summer is intoxicating and entices me to have fun.
In the recent weeks I've been reading lots. Jack Kerouac's run-on sentences make my own thoughts run. As he writes about Marrakech I'm there with him, storing away his dreamy descriptions for my own future travels. At work I like talking with intriguing customers. One man, retired & charitable, asks me seriously what I am doing with my life. "Do you have an internship lined up for your extra semester?" he asks. When I tell him I am taking art classes, for fun, he tells me with his eyes that those won't look good on a resume. "Okay, well, what about post-grad plans?". So I tell him my dreams of travel and he tells me I will need to dream of money first.
Other customers tell me of how ambiguous I seem, a good compliment, as I am easily mistaken to be hispanic by people with great confidence. In combining my personality & appearance with my love of the job, all aspects of it, I am now noticing little figurative bells ring within me. Finally, finally, possibilities are formulating. All my interests are coming together now. I have some ideas for the future so sweet that I don't dare speak just yet. For now I'm embracing summer, the excitement of adventures on the whim, and the newness of meeting old friends again in this free time.
