Slowly, I can feel my senses returning to me. I breathe in the smell of the freshly unfurled ferns as the warm rain pelts my skin. The pounding of the rain drops on the leaves reaches a thunderous level as the skies open up. My wet socks bunch up under my toes as they grip the inside of my shoes. My legs move methodically, but not swiftly, leading me back home.
I can feel myself emerging from the self-induced coma. The cobwebs of eight months worth of academics coupled with a near full-time work schedule have begun to release my brain from the stranglehold. I remember conversations I’d forgotten about; promises made but not yet fulfilled; activities that formerly occupied my time; and dreams that have to be fully realized. I ache for everything to return to me at once.
Stepping back, I can appreciate the lessons I’ve learned over the last year. Not just the tangible lessons from the classroom about all the things a physical therapist assistant must know…but the underlying lessons about the person I’ve become. Just when I thought that I had found myself in running, school helped me realize that I could dig even deeper and find much more.
Slowly, I am waking up, and deep within I can feel the bubbles of excitement and anticipation surging upwards. My eyes are open, all the synapses are firing in sync, and the wheels are spinning, gearing up for the next adventure. I cannot wait to see where it takes me.
