So either I am an artist with a word that needs to be heard at 1:30 a.m. on a Monday working night. Or I am totally bipolar experiencing a delusional manic episode of grandeur. I prefer artist.
2014 was the worst and the best year of my entire life. I have found love in ways I never knew before. A love for myself and a belief in myself that life is my canvas. I have made so incredible, loving friendships. I have been pushed to my limits... and I am alive.
I have found the purpose of life - It is to live and love and experience. And I want to create something special. I have spent the first 6 years of my adult life building my walls from the world. I went to school. I graduated. I have worked full time. I got married. I bought a condo. I created a career. I got 2 children - a dog and a cat. I built the perfect life so I would be in perfect control of what was happening. Then of course those walls came tumbling down and I discovered of how scared I truly was of the world. Vulnerable little me. I am still scared as hell, but here is what I am going to create.
I want to travel the world as a poor popper. I want to rent out my home, quit my job, sell my car and go. Life is to be experienced, and I haven't been anywhere! I almost dropped off the face of the earth during my divorce, but responsibility kept me tethered. I need to find a good temporary homes for my babies. I would fckng die if anything bad happened to them. I also have a few things that I want to finish before I leave my place of employment. I have to got to figure out how to travel. I am smart, but I barely learned how to read a map earlier this year! I am terrible with dates (I have booked my flight a month late. That was a $200 mistake.) I need a couple of skills and a little bit of cajones. But I need to do this. If I do not, I will be 60 stuck in Utah wondering WTF I never did....
So as friends, push me to go. Don't let me off the hook ;) I promise I will encourage you positively too.
Good night, I am actually going to try to sleep now
<3xo
