© Danielle Scruggs
In the past month, I turned 25, left the day job I've had for two years, moved to a new apartment and began training for a new position in an organization that I'm very excited to be a part of.
Life has consisted of sorting, packing, donating and throwing away my belongings, shuttling back and forth between my old and new apartments, paying bills, calling utility companies, unpacking, cleaning, exploring my new neighborhood, valiantly attempting to keep up my other blogging duties without an Internet connection in the new apartment, navigating the ups, downs, and unknowns of my new gig, building new relationships, being assertive ending unhealthy ones, reviving old ones, planning new artistic endeavors and partnerships, and becoming more comfortable with---nay, embracing---the unknown.
I haven't really had a lot of time to sit down and fully process all of the changes I've been through in the past month or so. Nor have I had a lot of time to shoot. But I feel like I'm slowly starting to find a rhythm. I'm already figuring out which buses get me to my destination the quickest; where to get a good cup of coffee (and free wi-fi), which laundromat to wheel my clothes to, and which bodegas sell Dogfish Head beer (!). I'm also planning places I want to shoot in the very near future, since this neighborhood is changing rapidly. (As a matter of fact, I can't get this kind of shot again, which I took last year, because they tore down the steps I stood on to get that perspective.)
So, even though things are hectic right now, I feel okay with that. Despite the chaos, I feel more focused than ever. And I feel...free. Like I can do whatever I want. I suppose that has always been true but I didn't fully realize it until now. Oh well. Better I discover that at 25 as opposed to 45 or 75 or never, right?
