fuck that mess.
If you hate your job, find a new one. If you want to travel, travel. If you don’t like living with your parents, move. If it all goes wrong and you end up broke, homeless, and living in a gutter, at least you tried and probably have a good story to tell.
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Don’t worry so much about the what ifs— embrace them because your possibilities are endless if you just find the courage to try. I want to live my life by design not by default.
I don’t know what 2013 will hold for me. If 2012 was the year of transition and trials, I hope 2013 brings discipline and dedication. You can only be a gypsy for so long. It’s time to buckle down and finish that degree, to really put down roots and establish a life for myself that involves a little less running and a little more reasoning.
|—||taken from a post I wrote about the new year. one week from today I am moving into a tiny house downtown by myself. no roommates, no parental units, just me and my dog and a huge DIY project. school starts in August (but I’ve already begun my German lessons) and I’ve got money in the bank. I’ve finally put down some roots and I’m so, so incredibly present in my situation. cheers to what happens next.|