"Melissa! You're running 4th leg!" If emojis existed back then, I would have definitely been the one with the blue face and bulging, disbelieving eyes. Trying to explain my short-distance, long-distance logic proved ineffective in talking my couch out of putting me in the race. Jesus be a rescue inhaler.
The lights floating overhead formed a halo of calm and chaos in the room. The rolling trays, clanking instruments and the distinctive swishing sound of cotton pants walking in deliberate circles created a confluence of serenity and urgency. The walls were sterile with just the slightest hint of grey. There were eleven people occupied in… Continue reading Only The Beginning
I wasn't just going to aspire to be something familiar and safe. No, I wanted to be wowed by my dreams and taking rockets to the stars appeared to be the only place to start.