As I lay in my navy blue and red hammock and stare up the trees above me, I wonder about life. My life, in particular. Less of an existential crisis, more of a general young adult, stress-induced panic. You know the one.
The one where you are struggling to make enough money to pay bills, let alone go back to school to finish the degree you long for. You don’t give up hope and keep working to reach that goal. You worry and stress as the days tick by and sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever make it but your hope and grit fuel you. On you press.
The one where your anxiety (that you’ve had your whole life and combat almost daily) tells you that your family and friends don’t really love you and that they are doing so much better at this “adulting” thing than you ever hope to. But…you know they’re just as stressed and overworked as you are. Quite possibly dealing with the same social anxieties you face daily. You take comfort in knowing that they love you, even if that love shows up in texts that say, “drive safe” and “did you make it home okay?”. On you press.
The one where dating these days is a (unwanted) blur and you’d rather not swipe left or right to figure out who to talk to next. The one where you’d rather not be judged by a few pixels on the internet and more for your passion for sushi and love of nature. You know you’ll find your love one day and organically is the route you’d prefer most, anyways. On you press.
The one where the world (and it’s future) freak you out. You strive to be heard but the many voices are deafening and hurl insults like confetti. You know you have a voice to offer the world but you’d rather observe and learn from all that you can before you make a debut. On you press.
The one where a hobby that you have invested so much of yourself in -heart, soul, time, and money- and you still feel like an imposter. You *know* that has all paid off as you see your skills getting a little better everyday, but you still look at yourself in the mirror and know that your family doesn’t take you and your love for your hobby seriously. You begin to feel as though they are right. But you look to your coach, hear his words of encouragement, and know that your journey is still a long one. You have come far but more is still to come. On you press.
Eventually, your panic begins to fade. You may still be worried, but things fall into place (even if it takes a while to do so). You calm the noise that lays between your ears and do as I do; listen to the crickets from my hammock as the twilight takes place.