Archive for January, 2011
Job applications are minimized on my dock. Graduate school check list are in my Downloads folder. Cover letters are being personalized for heads of Media Relations and Community Outreach departments for various professional teams. Yet, as I prepare for the months that follow graduation from Florida Southern. . .I’m at a lost.
Now that I know that I can take one of several paths – God willing – I am terrified. It’s not the walk across the stage on April 30th that has me petrified. . .it’s the walk away from my family and friends who have been next to me through every single tear dropped to being the origins of my laughter that has me slowly backing away from that day. As applications are being completed. . .sacrifices are already beginning to knock on my door.
I am now officially at a lost for words. I wanted to try to sort this out. I know I will soon enough, but just not tonight I suppose.
So I suppose I’m just going to wait for the morning I can open up iTunes and play Sam Means’ song “Yeah Yeah.”
Today was the day
That I put everything in perspective
I fell asleep, when I woke up
The rain is tap dancing on the roof, and again I find myself right here on WordPress darting my hands away on this lit keyboard. I just spent the last few hours searching for jobs to apply to. . .what are the results?
- Marketing for the Red Bull New York (NJ)
- Community Relations for the San Jose Earthquakes (CA)
- Community Relations for the San Antonio Spurs (TX)
- Media Relations for the Florida Marlins (FL)
And instead of jotting down everything I need to submit for each job. . .I’m at a new lost. Read the rest of this entry »
So, here I am. It is just shy of 5 a.m. and I have been awake for about two hours – simply one of those nights. Oh, and it’s my 22nd birthday!
For the past two hours I stared at my ceiling fan rotate lazily, walked around my humble casita seeing if there was anything I overlooked when I went on a cleaning frenzy yesterday afternoon, and stared at the dancing rain on my street. All week I’ve been waiting for today to arrive because I will have the chance to see mi familia and spend time with my collegiate familia with no worries. Yet, each time I glanced at my watch I couldn’t help but allow my mind to wander to mi abuela. I try not to think about her because the amount of time I had with her was. . .unfair and simply put. . .I still hurt. Already as I glide my hands over these keys. . .the tears have not only formed, but found a way to escape down my cheeks.
For the past few months, I have been struggling with the decision to share my final moments with her on this blog or just scribble them away in my journal. I just made the decision. . .
Than you, Adam, for the birthday balloons! Birthday tomorrow!!!!