Photo: Steven Long.
Dear Me:
It’s zero hour.
Your eyelids drearily flutter open to match the movement of the butterflies in your stomach that were awakened by your personal bedside gauntlet. The immediate reaction of your hand piercing through the air to silence this beast that continuously echoes through your room is one that automatically operates your mobile movements with minimal effort. As you drift back into a state of slumber as the pending minutes granted to you from the snooze button tick down, you can’t help but to quietly critique your limbs for their inability to act in a manner similar to your arms.
But the amber haze that slowly mists its way into your sanctuary through the folds in your curtains illuminates your strength and persistence, stifling the screams that derive from your core that yearn for the easy way out; it eerily fills the space with an ambiance of peace. Your mind awakens as the light from within you ignites the spark that engulfs your entire being in flames, with your scrambling thoughts serving as kindling to this fire. Your heart belongs to the road less treaded.
With each grain of sand that drops into the eternal abyss of your internal hourglass, bringing you closer to your resurrection from the previous night’s sleep, you recall the significance behind every granular material that has laid the foundation for your present self. The base beneath your feet is firm and steady and has increased in durability with every step that has come in contact with the ground to compact it further. You’ve been building up to this moment, straining your body throughout your training to no amends, helping to culminate newfound respect for this realm of running while deteriorating the fibers that try to weave themselves around your fortitude. This tenacity of yours has become as lethal as a freshly sharpened knife and your focus has become as steadfast as daggers; choose your weapon accordingly to slice through this tourniquet of all doubts you may have.
Without realizing it, you’ve been preparing yourself to conquest this dragon of a feat, even before you clicked “Submit” on the application. It may have appeared that you were electronically sealing your fate to solidify your placement in this merciless community, but you realize this was far from the case. In fact, it ended up truly fueling the motivation behind giving intent to every ounce of your entity that has driven you forward with the awakening of the sun and the cycles of the moon these past few months.
Your arm swings over to mute the final chimes of your artificial wakeup call, but this time it is done with intentional purpose bestowed upon you by genuine will.
It’s #PRSZN.
Sincerely, Me.