Lately I’ve been feeling as though I’m stuck on a escalator, trying to go up while it’s moving down.
My dad told me once, “You know what, kid? You can’t catch a break. You’re always going to have to work twice as hard as everyone else to get what you want.”
I’m afraid he’s right.
I plan the future ahead of me, and everything seems in reach. Everything seems right in front of me. I just have to take that escalator ride to the next level.
I hop on and start my journey to the next floor. Occasionally, it slows down. Stops even. But at some point it started moving backward.
I, refusing to go back to square one, push on. I begin walking up the escalator that I’m supposed to be cruising up.
I can watch as those around me enjoy their rides. Sipping their coffees or checking phone messages to pass the time.
Meanwhile, I’m getting frustrated.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this, it’s to always have a Plan B.
I’ve applied to a dozen other summer jobs in case that first one doesn’t work out. I added a second major to assure I’ll be able to get a job once I graduate.
Nothing ever comes easy, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try.
So from now on when the escalator tries to pull me back, I’ll take two steps up at a time. And when it pulls back harder, I’ll run.