From December 31, 2012
I had been looking back at something I wrote a few years ago on a plane (hence the take off and landing references) and was excited and proud to see that where I am now was exactly where I had hoped to be then.
So, as the New Year approaches, I figured I would share it.
For 2013, I'm just excited to continue this grand adventure called life :)
(FYI: It's written the way my mind rambles)
November 27, 2009
I love this part.
Although I wish my destination wasn’t Gainesville. I wish it was somewhere further. Somewhere I wasn’t familiar with.
Somewhere where I’d have to figure things out on my own. Somewhere I’d get to do things my own way.
Somewhere I would have to.
I like speed. A lot.
I like to go fast. I like the rush, the adrenaline. It’s a powerful feeling.
I get bored easily.
I think I have Amy K. to thank for that. And, yes, thank because if not I’d be OK with just sitting around wasting my time on nothing.
TV? Waste. Why spend time watching someone else’s life,
wanting that adventure, romance, mystery, when you could be out in the real world living your life,
making your life that interesting.
I realize you have to stop waiting and wishing for romance or adventure
and go out and find it.
That’s what I want.
A life of doing stuff and going places.
I don’t want to settle and be satisfied with the humdrum. I want to go out and live. And do. I want to be able to be active and moving.
I want to have to solve problems and find solutions.
I don’t want to have time to worry about tomorrow or the future,
or to reminisce and miss the past.
I want to be outside.
Outdoors. Out of my comfort zone. Out of my element. Out on my own.
Out of the country. Out of control (to an extent, ha).
Out doing. Out being. Out living.
A little rougher.
And not nearly as fun.