"Onto Something" Anonymous

It's October. The air is cool and invigorating, hitting my lungs with a sting. The newly transformed trees of Horn Pond provide the perfect backdrop: a wash of rich gold, red, and orange. They are just enough to make the whole world seem a little bit warmer, despite the crisp air. All I can hear is my music pounding in my ears, and all I can feel are my feet hitting the pavement - one after the other, in a rhythmic lullaby.

It has taken me a while to get to this point. Never before would I have sacrificed work time, especially on a Sunday, to do something only for my own benefit. But now I am beginning to realize one particularly disturbing fact - I have been so caught up in doing what I think is best that I have actually lost sight of what really is best. Of course, I cannot give up the things I have committed myself to, nor would I want to. But I am beginning to discover that I cannot give 100% of myself to others if I do not have all 100% to give.

This realization is of course a work in progress. The turning point came when I was cleaning out my closet and found a portfolio of artwork from when I was around 14. With each drawing I found I began to remember just how much I loved to draw. Yet after freshman year, I had not...