As yet another year draws to a close, the third
that I have been writing this column, I find myself reveling pensively in the
opportunities, both professional and personal, that I’ve been granted and
enjoyed throughout its course.
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For each
memory I am eternally thankful. Most
notable of the past year’s events was the gap semester before college that I
embarked on in September, which would not have been possible without the
support from my parents and friends, and the opportunity for work that fueled
my course. And with those reflections, I
find great excitement in predicting and awaiting what is to come in the approaching
year.
This column marks a change. My aforementioned gap semester is coming to a
close—a period of relatively unregulated exploration drawn tight by the
progression of life and bigger things.
As I make the transition into attending Emory and Henry College in just
a few days, what I resolve for myself more than anything else is to keep my
course deliberate without losing sight of true passions and joys. Disregarding culturally-imposed weight loss
plans and financial goals, I challenge readers to do whatever it takes to stay
happy and healthy in the New Year.
With that, I include the maintenance and growth of
this column. For in reflecting, it is in
banging out these short installments week after week, and the altogether
positive response I get from it, that I find the most rewarding, despite larger
and more in-depth assignments becoming increasingly regular in my work. Readers of this column share the same woods
and waters that I frequent; and it is in association that we can protect,
conserve, and continue to enjoy days afield in the Old Dominion for years to
come.
I look forward to continuing to meet members of
this family, and sharing information and knowledge learned from all of
you. To all, happy New Year, tight
lines, and happy hunting! □
Originally published in the Rural Virginian
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