Hello everyone! That is, if anyone is still even reading this blog; my guess is, probably not. It’s been a while. But it’s nice to be back, pounding my keyboard once again, attempting a meaningful post here on Tenderfoot. I’m in school now, just killing time before my accounting class. Yes, I’m taking accounting and another business class, because I’ve never taken core business classes before. I realized that when it’s time for me to set up my own clinical practice, I wouldn’t know what the hell to do except flip through Entrepreneurship for Dummies or something, God forbid. So here I am, getting an entrepreneurial foundation for my future. It’s been great so far. One of my professors also happens to be a successful business practitioner, and he immediately hooked me up with a successful acupuncturist/chemist/businessman from Phoenix, who will hopefully plant a few seeds of wisdom at the start of my journey. So, I’m quite excited.

So it’s quite obvious that I’ve kind of changed my plans along the way. Two months ago, I thought that I’d be in New York City at this very moment, probably still sleeping or having brunch somewhere, since most east coast classes begin in September. Without going into much detail, I felt that I wasn’t ready for that huge move just yet. Pragmatically, I knew that I needed to save up more and prepare for the harrowing expenses of the Empire State. Mentally and skills-wise, I knew that I needed to take a couple more preparatory classes before diving head first into the deep, raging waters of Masters school. Emotionally, I knew that I wasn’t quite ready to leave New Mexico just yet. It’s the same feeling you get when you know that you haven’t quite exhausted all your options and haven’t quite done what you’re supposed to do in a particular place just yet.
So, here I am, and just like what the title of the post says, I’m quite alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic about my decision to stay.
The morning after I talked to the admissions team of the NYC school about the postponement of my enrollment, I woke up feeling quite overwhelmed. It was such an intense feeling that I was sweating a little, my hands were a bit clammy, and my heart was racing. Strangely, this sense of being overwhelmed was also bathed in a very positive and peaceful light: I felt extremely blessed that I can feel the sweat in my hands and forehead, and that I could actually feel my heart beating. Mortality kind of nudged me, but not in a depressing way. I just felt thankful – extremely thankful – for being alive.
And the mornings after that came, and I couldn’t wait to wake up each morning and go through each day. And I went through each day with such alertness and enthusiasm that I couldn’t help but notice all the little things that make life so precious and beautiful, the things that often go unnoticed.
Yes, life has been great so far, and I can only see things looking up. The world is at my feet and I feel like my dreams are slowly but surely materializing, after all my hard work and patience. I know there will be more difficulties and challenges and maybe even road blocks ahead, but after a year in this country, I’ve built quite an armor. Nothing can stop me. Isn’t that such a nice feeling?