I've been struggling a lot with the question of what to do next year. There are moments that I just know that I'm meant to go to Tennessee. That I need to grow and change alone. But today, I was researching apartments and life down there and I realized that there will be many more bugs. Such a small thing, but if it could throw my mind off it's course, could that mean that I was looking for a reason to change my mind. Do I want to stay here, in the cold, in the familiar, where I have so much family. Is what I've been searching for really right here? There is no real answer to that question. Certainly Tennessee would be an adventure, but there could be adventure found within myself. There was one day last fall when I drove to the coast and spent the day alone. It was wonderful and refreshing. Maybe I'll take a weekend trip. Make a real adventure.
Goodnight Sweet Blogverse.
ps. some people are meant for small lives.
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