Feelings of a Volunteer English Teacher turned Buyer for Lord and Taylor

I have a sublime new home on the corner of 39th and 5th
and I'm fucking thrilled!
I do not feel displaced,
elitist, spoiled, or depressed.
Far from it in fact. What I've found:
I've found a quirky little truth lurking
somewhere inside of me. You see, in my body
(and maybe in yours too)
there's something (not a heart) tucked
deep behind my sternum, which at particular moments
in my life has sent Extreme rushes of adrenaline
out of me, almost uncontrolably. Exactly where this item is,
I cannot say, and while it feels farther away than the furthest
star, it throbs and it pulses as it has at various times,
identifying itself to me very tangibly
as it creaks and moans in the deepest tones, slouching
its way open and sending a rush of action! to the rest of my body.
It seems to happen when the outside world sends me
Opportunity and a chance to Compete to take it. When this occurs,
my mind responds one of two ways.

Act.
Or hope.

When it shoots into action it is really saying this:
I'm prepared to take this. In fact everything
I've ever done has prepared me to take this.
No mortal can stop me, it's far too late now.
I will take this opportunity and I will fly!