The ride to work

I sit here in this union station metro stop awaiting my ride to my job. I sit here with my music on as individuals ill probably never come into contact with walk to and fro separate destinations. There's not much communication between my home and my job..... A few head nods, a smile here and there and the always without fail subtle head turn at the cute girl walking past you... 

So I sit here on this metro, my mind still buzzing after the conference talk I had listened to moments before on the Marc train, thinking of the day ahead and vibing to some chilled out trip hop. 

But it's in that moment I ask myself.... How did I get here? 

When did I join corporate America and become a soldier of the 9-5 counting the week down to the weekend? When did pension and 401k become common words? When did I ditch the khaki pants and t-shirt for sleek stylish dress clothes? When did I go from becoming a missionary project to a missionary leader in my ward? 

Not to create a cliche but it all feels like my life changed yesterday.... But dead serious it seems like over night I woke up in this new world. Was I in cryogenic freezing? 

These blessings though seeming like they happened overnight of course didn't. The steps to get here can easily be recalled like computer data, fuzzy at first but then clear. What seems like over night, really got started two years ago when I decided to WAKE UP!! 

I had to Wake up to the fact there were powers bigger than myself. I had to wake up to the fact for a while I wasn't on the right path. Now as a disclaimer I've never had legal troubles or anything to destroy my life (knock on wood) but I was out in situations where god had to pick me up and put me back on track, like the trains that get me to work. 

I look around me at the bus stop I'm at now in the heart of silver spring. Beautiful office buildings and high rises create the back drop on this rather overcast day. I can't help but be a little proud that wow I've made it! Years of college, trials and tribulations, battles in faith and learning of myself in the last 2.5 years was all worth it. 

Now I stand at 24 in a power position to start my life maybe settle down within a few years, but nonetheless the opportunity is here. No matter what looking back on my journey is quite a story, it's my story.... My journey... 

So I sit here at the bus stop waiting on this bus for work, praying silently my dealership can fix my car! But I sit here finally taking a look back to recollect my journey. I can't help but smile. This is living proof life will pass you in a flash and a call to everyone to enjoy it for all it's worth. 

Good morning 

The Artist-