Learning to Live Healthy

True Story

There’s this man-hole outside my window at work. For the past two weeks a constant, steady, stream of steam has been pouring out of it. Facilities services on campus has come by to work on it several times, but they cannot stop the steam from billowing out. Nothing can quench it.

I find this steam quite appropriate for my life, right now. Sometimes I walk into the office, and the steam blocks the window, so I cannot see clearly. Other times, it slowly floats across the road, enveloping pedestrians. But every time I look out the window, the steam is there, finding its way outside the confining hole in the ground.

Something in me has changed. I remember a time when I was that steam trapped in the ground. But now, nothing can stop me. My passion. My determination. My compassion. My feminism. My sexuality. It’s all leaking out of me. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. I feel free, and almost happy.