Something about me, I always had a plan. I knew where I wanted to live, attend college, and even what my major would be before even finishing middle school. I had my future all figured out, or so I thought I did. All my favorite things in life that I have and achieved since then didn’t stem from the stress of trying to figure everything out. They all came when it felt like I lost control of my life. I realize now that I was only finding it. I understand what others mean now when they say there is control in letting go.
Introductions
Of all the things I did differently, rescuing my soul dog, Archie, was by far the most monumental. We found each other at a time when we both needed one another most. In my second year of college, I was struggling mentally more than I had ever experienced. Unexpected events took a toll on my life and the future I had envisioned for so long. When I began questioning the very basics of who I was, I found Archie just in time to remind me.
The second came when I bought my van, Silvermist, and made the impulsive decision to travel as far out West as I could make it. Silver came with her name, and let’s just say, it was not a new car. However, since I bought her with two hundred thousand plus miles, she has made it to Texas and back. Up to Maine. Down to Florida. All the way through the mountains of New Hampshire. And she is still going. I took all the backseats out and renovated it with a bed and storage space underneath.
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