Life is really one GIANT adventure.

I graduated from college a few weeks ago and since then I've been working at Starbucks where I've been a barista since January. As I was getting in my car the other day after a long 8 hour shift on my feet, I was feeling rather exhausted. But as I tossed my purse into the front passenger seat and let out a sigh I realized something, or felt it I suppose. I realized that through the drudgery of working to get by and pay my bills and in the midst of feeling like maybe I should be looking for a job with a salary, I was in fact on the sort of path that may lead me to where I truly wish to go. I've been taking a risk, pursuing a direction of which I am terrified. I want to be a writer. And I know that if I were to look for a stable job with normal hours and perhaps even the comfort of salary, I'd be stuck. I know my own weakness for such traps, and through all that I've been heading toward as a writer I have learned that sometimes I must simply avoid the trap altogether and do whatever takes me a different way.

And so, as scary as it is I'm living with shaky ambitions and uncertain objectives, hoping that just maybe the writing will happen and I'll make it to grad school or I'll write something someone wishes to read - because I could take the easier road and use my "degree" directly, but then again I couldn't. I couldn't because I haven't chosen that way and that way has not chosen me.

And I feel free.