My heart is dancingbubbles of joy.
I am in love with my internship. I am in love with the work I get to do each day. I am in love with going to sleep each night excited for the morning, and with waking up cozy in my bed to the sight of snow swirling white against the dark outside my window. I am in love with the spectacular wonderful hilarious kind welcoming people I get to work with and for. I am in love with the fast-paced atmosphere and the fact that my name will appear in the March issue of the magazine. I am in love with simmering big pots of lentil soup on the stove every weekend so that my freezer is stocked with grab-and-go work lunches. I am in love with people-watching on my commute and making up superhero alter egos for everyone who falls asleep on the subway.
I am in love with the second new dress I bought for my internship, and I am even more in love with the fact that one of my colleagues heard about my general lack of clothes (living out of a suitcase will do that to you) and, on my third day of work, gave me a scarf, three sweater dresses, and a pair of red shorts. I am in love with the gratitude and giddiness I felt at that moment and again, this morning, when a different colleague gave me a green belt to match the new dresses.
I am in love with my Serious Canadian Winter Jacket and my Serious Canadian Winter Boots, because they saved me from hypothermia when the temperature sank to -18C with a windchill factor of -32C last week.
I am in love with my new housemates, and awed by the way I’m led to kindred spirits wherever I go in this world. I am in love with staying up until midnight laughing and talking secrets for hours even though we have to be up early again the next morning.
I am in love with knowing that life right now is an unfolding universe of possibility. I am in love with having no idea where I’ll be in six months time, because this means I can give myself entirely to the mystery and magic of opportunity.
Every single note of my being is singing that I am exactly where I want to be.
I have to write this down, I have to write this down, because there will always again come times of feeling lost and shattered and unsure, and I need these words to exist so that I can reread and remember and hear again this right-now song, and hold fast.