Love like a sunset

Oh, I am getting old.  People tell me all the time.  Not that I am getting old, but that they are getting old, feel old, move old.  I feel pretty fabulous at my almost 28 year mark.  I am fabulous.  And I remind myself that these people just don't see and appreciate life the way life is meant to be appreciated.  I ride.  I run.  I swim and move and adapt to my surroundings.  It is a blessing to have the ability to move in a body that allows such an expression.  I'd never ask for anything else, otherwise.  One of my major goals in life is to move and keep moving, whatever that means.


I recently told a friend about my plans to move again.  To land an internship (crossing fingers) in Perth, Australia in Shark Bay with one of the labs at my university and work for 8 months molding my future into a golden sphere of hopeful goodness.  I don't know my exact plans, but she said, "I hope that Australia is something you're choosing for yourself and not to try to dissolve with distance the pain caused by love."  I love her.  And she is exactly right in so many regards, but life is not about that kind of love, I feel.  It's about the love that is within ourselves and my love tells me to push, and keep pushing forward.  And since I have nothing else to hold me back, I will continue to pursue and pursue well.  For life is many things and many molded interpretations, but for me it is success in a form that holds personal interpretation in the form of desire and personal drive.  Something tells me that my time is soon to know.  To rest down pure on a dusty path with an inviting porch on a dusty trail.  A cup of tea and a faithful mutt in or underneath my hammock incased in a life with greatness.  Greatness.  My life is already so great.