summer
Dying to say "let's go." Dying to say Yes not knowing what could be in store for me. Hoping to finally take the risk that at the moment I am terrified to even think ahead to. I want to get lost; to learn not to care; to learn to value true wealth above all else; to see the world and not only realize my potential but to EARN it through personal struggle and life experience. I want to sell my stuff. I want to learn through others. I want to not know where I might be a month from now. I want to journal my fingers off and have excited one-way conversations with my mom and inspire people close to me to make the leap. I want to learn to sail in Colombia and GO, live, leave. I want to completely surprise everyone I've ever known. I want to think on my life as it stands now and has for the last year as one misdirection I will never take again. I want to find a place I can truly call "home" even if I'm not from there. I think that depends not so much on the place itself but on the quality and the amount of life experiences it will take to reach that level of comfort. I want to be bored with the normals. I want to live my beliefs and consider absolutely every possibility out there before even considering settling with any one combination of them. I want to be old and worn out when that happens. I want to be able to celebrate my fortieth birthday not regretting a thing. I want to play volleyball on a beach for a month straight getting tan and sleeping in a hostel hammock. I want to eat fresh vegetables and seafood every day for lunch. I don't want to eat dinner. I want to drink rum. I want adventures. I want to not need to dream. I want to ride a horse every day and climb mountains because I can.