First of all, I must apologize for those that regularly follow my blog, I know I haven't posted in a few weeks but that can be blamed on all of the Christmas mayhem that surrounds the holiday season, and of course the food coma that Andrea and Debbie put me into. NOM NOM NOM. Oh Debbie!
Well I still can't believe that this could potentially be my last Christmas and upcoming New Years celebrated in the States for quite some time, and possibly ever. Sometimes I am completely overwhelmed with all of the remaining things I need to get done, you would be amazed at all of the loose ends that come with putting to rest a life that I've spent the last 29 years creating. The anxiety. The sleepless nights. These are all a part of both the difficulty and the excitement of beginning an adventure that is full of blank pages– ready to be inked by the footsteps and experiences unforeseen. Breaking the shackles of convention in order to search out moments in life, rather than repetitiously living to the conformed standard where direction is replaced by routine. Dreams are given way to responsibility. Imagination is trumped by reason. While I may have direction without a definitive destination– one which I may have to realize all alone– it will be with this loneliness that I will grow and mature beyond anything I could imagine by staying within the confines and safety of my current life. I'm ready to be challenged by what the world has to offer.