It is a new path. It is scary. It is certainly unexpected. It is quiet. It is out of the Michigan snow. It is out of the Michigan everything. It is required strength of mind. It is required strength of body. It is secret. It is lonely. It is paperwork. It is rough fingertips. It is at best a sign from the universe. It is tears down my face.  It is whispers behind my back. It is sleeping in my bed. It is time to think. It is pushing pause and fast-forward at the same time. It is everything. It is nothing. It is my last chance. It is stealing positive thinking. It is sweating. It is potential. It is being the one who did not show up. It is trusting other people. It is trusting myself. It is searching for something.  It is beginning again. It is breathing deeply. It is letting go. It is pain. It is rhythm. It is waiting. It is words I cannot pronounce. It is determination. It is unreal. It is nine weeks.