The Bridge

 

Have you ever been in that phase?

Have you ever become so overwhelmed with things that are expected of you that you wish you can return to the days of Play-Doh and PB&J?

Have you ever been questioned about colleges or future plans, but you have no idea what to do next?

You’re stuck and partially in shock because everything that they said would eventually happen, happened?

You heard, “college, scholarships, debt” when you were younger and felt that you’ll cross that bridge when you encounter it?

Now, you sweat profusely as you stare at the bridge that you have been dreading and putting off for so long.

And you wish that you were back  in you bed as a 12 year-old watching Spongebob Squarepants and doodling cartoons.

You start to think to yourself, “What happened to time?”

“How did I let it slip?

You don’t want to take another step further.

Then you think again.

If you don’t cross the bridge,

you will miss out on another chapter of your life.

Opportunities, experiences, people, money.

The bridge is the passageway to so much more.

The bridge is no longer something dreaded, but rather anticipated.

You start to let go of the bottom of your mother’s dress as a child,

and turn off Spongebob.

 

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