25 :: Year of Strides

Being twenty-five has been such an interesting adventure and it's barely started!

That being said, I've noticed something that has changed dramatically since that fated birthday in Paris. 

Maybe it's that we spent a week and a half tromping around all over Europe, running to catch undergrounds and metros, and skirting creepy European men on the sidewalk with strange mustaches and leery grins.

Maybe it's that I'm often late to campus for class and I'm hurrying across the parking lot, through the building, down the stairs, and to my seat.

Whatever it is, one thing is certain: I no longer walk but instead I stride.

My feet land squarely and with purpose in the Kroger parking lot when I pop in for coffee creamer and Q-Tips.

I overtake little old ladies and dads pushing strollers as I stroll towards the entrance of the restaurant or shopping center or library.

My steps eat up the distance between here and there. These are no mousy, hesitant steps that imply uncertainty or confusion. These are definitive, sure, certain, get-out-of-my-way-or-get-run-over strides that carry me effortlessly to my destination.

Is this over-confidence? Are my shoes just too comfortable? Who in their right mind is that certain of their destination? 

Whatever it is, I see no signs of it stopping any time soon. So it seems that twenty-five will be the year of strides, the year my feet [and my heart?] acted with a confidence I have yet to recognize as my own.

Maybe it's best to leave with a bit of advice from our good friend Mr. Thoreau --



"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! 
Live the life you've imagined."

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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