change of perspective

You know, It took me a long time to realize that the world that I live in doesn't revolve around the 9-5 and the paid vacations, and the white picket fence. What I've come to realize is that if I were to pick up and leave for 5 day or a month that I would remember those moments as happy and free. Don't get me wrong, I'm not planning on pulling a Into the Wild anytime soon, but i'm realizing that I am not my school, or my job, the music i listen to, the books i read, or the pieces of paper that tell people I went to school. But instead I am my choices and my fears. I choose not to be afraid of being behind a desk for the rest of my life. I choose to be proactive. I choose to take sundays for laying around doing nothing and then spend breakfast in France. Because I've lived in an amazing city for my whole life, and even though each street feels like home and I have a pull from that comfort zone, it's time to step out, one toe at a time into the cool waters of the Atlantic and pull each fistful of water behind me, with fresh eyes, with friends and with love to keep me afloat.