Detours/Counting Rocks / by India Choquette

It's funny to be sitting here waiting for this plane to take off. I usually hate waiting. I'm incredibly impatient. But today I don't mind too much. There's a storm coming--or maybe it's already here in the city--and I feel like I'm just before a storm too. This past year, my mind has been stuck on the things and people who matter the least. I want to be in the air on my way to something higher, but instead I've been sitting in the dirt and counting rocks. I've been on what seems like a detour. But I don't believe in detours. I don't believe in setbacks. I don't believe that it is possible to waste time if you are moving, no matter the direction. No life experience is a waste if you are living with your eyes open and striving for something, even if it is tallying rocks. So long as I don't get stuck there...

The past year, my focus changed. I was less kind, less creative, and more superficial and robotic. I lowered my expectations of humanity and myself, and I pretended I was satified with counting rocks. But that doesn't mean I lost a year. That feeling is something I hear expressed all the time: "I've let myself go," "I gave up," and even "how could I do this to myself." Time is not wasted if you live with your eyes open. The moments you spend in the dirt shape the way you see the sky. And I've kind of become an expert in rocks--not to brag or anything.