Dig

I ceased to understand heartache until I landed in San Francisco. Overwhelmed with homesickness and happiness, I realized I have been missing something my entire life: courage. I am an Oregon native that was captured by beaming lights and deathly soaring high rises at a young age. It was not until I leaped into this SF jungle that I discovered the importance of courage. The heartache in this situation comes from an actualization of all the things I have yet to understand and all that lies before me. I met with a new friend within my first week of living in the bay area that told me to "dig". The word dig was implied as push yourself during this athletic adventure- to keep the solid ground passing. And so I dug, on that run at golden gate, on my editing that evening, within my work environment the next day. It was all routine to me. The true challenge of digging came when I went to send a postcard home. It was like watching bambie as an adult. You do not want to cry and feel like you should not be in tears over a dying deer. Yet there I sat in a public coffee shop on verge of tears. Each time my pen touched the cold and glossy square, my throat tightened. I demanded courage from myself, reminding myself to dig. The process is incredibly challenging, full of daily endeavors, maybe even pushing the mind and body until it breaks. The only thing that matters when all else is inevitable is to jump high, land solid, and hit the ground running. We can only be more courageous tomorrow then we are today.