on my last day in seattle, we visited seattle u for a nostalgic walk about campus. things were so different. people i didn't recognize, new buildings, new paint, new furniture, new pavement. and yet, things were the same. i felt the same sense of home, the same sense of this dense little microcosm of a world that focused on student life. and it was so painfully clear that i am no longer a student, but an alumni, a visitor.
on our way out, i visited the chapel, just to see it one more time, to feel the beeswax wall one more time. and i sat and looked around, and tried to keep the lump in my throat at bay, but failed. i looked at the altar, at the alpha and the omega. and i came to realize something. this is neither the beginning, nor the end. i am not at the end. i'm smack in the middle of this ridiculous journey, and i have to respond to this challenge, this obliteration of what i know. i have to haul out the little courage i have, and keep my fear from consuming me entirely. and i have to trust that i will somehow make it through this, and that while everything is changing drastically, i have so much love, and so much support from my family and friends, that it would be impossible for me to fail in their eyes. and i can keep moving forward, knowing that they are behind me, and beside me, and cheering me on.
keep moving forward is the moral of the story from disney's meet the robinsons. it is a highly underrated movie, and i love it immensely. i love the cheesiness, the humor, the story, but most of all, i love the message. to keep moving forward, to not look backwards for very long. i have been repeating these three words to myself over and over. keep moving forward. keep moving forward.
