The Importance of Being Present
Each time I step closer toward a goal I’ve set for myself—each time I let myself believe I’m growing toward something important or becoming the person I want myself to be—I feel terrified. I have no idea why this happens. My friends, a brilliant hodgepodge of medical students and engineers, musicians and itinerant travelers, tell me not only that I’ll be fine, but that I already am. I love them for that. They remind me that my life is not and will not be conventional, because I’m not conventional. I’m a weirdo.