that lasts forever
It's been a long time since I did a stream of consciousness thing.
Here goes.
I'm living a different life than I ever planned. I guess that doesn't make sense. I never HAD plans. My plans were to grow up and to be cooler than I was when I was younger.
I guess so far I've succeeded. I'm definitely cooler than I was at 13.
But how did I get here?
Lord knows I could be living a very different life right now. When, pray tell, did I grow the metaphorical cojones to move out of my home, my life, and take off down the road of a completely impossible and soul-crushing career?
Why am I so okay with being alone?
Why am I so okay with flying by the seat of my pants?
I'm not who I remember myself being. I don't mind who I am, don't get me wrong. I'm just not sure how I got here, or where I'm going next.
When I was really young I wanted to be an archaeologist. But I never had a passion for science. Then I wanted to go into advertising. But I don't have a passion for advertising. I've got a passion for music, and few people can actually build a life, a career, and a future on music. That sucks.
But I wouldn't be happy doing anything else.
One thing people have said about me is that at least I know what I want.
It's true, I do. I follow my heart, even when it is not the opportune moment.
Eh, what the hell. I'm gonna make it through my twenties. Apparently you don't get more sure of yourself as you age? What a ripoff.
Ten more days.
Here goes.
I'm living a different life than I ever planned. I guess that doesn't make sense. I never HAD plans. My plans were to grow up and to be cooler than I was when I was younger.
I guess so far I've succeeded. I'm definitely cooler than I was at 13.
But how did I get here?
Lord knows I could be living a very different life right now. When, pray tell, did I grow the metaphorical cojones to move out of my home, my life, and take off down the road of a completely impossible and soul-crushing career?
Why am I so okay with being alone?
Why am I so okay with flying by the seat of my pants?
I'm not who I remember myself being. I don't mind who I am, don't get me wrong. I'm just not sure how I got here, or where I'm going next.
When I was really young I wanted to be an archaeologist. But I never had a passion for science. Then I wanted to go into advertising. But I don't have a passion for advertising. I've got a passion for music, and few people can actually build a life, a career, and a future on music. That sucks.
But I wouldn't be happy doing anything else.
One thing people have said about me is that at least I know what I want.
It's true, I do. I follow my heart, even when it is not the opportune moment.
Eh, what the hell. I'm gonna make it through my twenties. Apparently you don't get more sure of yourself as you age? What a ripoff.
Ten more days.