All I ever wanted was adventure–to leap into the unknown–to cut ties with everything familiar. I wanted to lose myself in the wider world and, in the process, truly know what it is to live.
But I don’t know what doors to knock on. I don’t know how to maintain responsibility whilst plunging into adventure. I’m considering applying for a big-girl job in my home town because student loans must be paid somehow. I’m making this up as I go along.
Am I settling?
Will the chance to leap come again?
This post is inspired by an assignment for the Blogging University class Writing 101: Finding Everyday Inspiration.
Am I the only one who hated today’s assignment? I feel like fussing with word count sucked my inspiration rather than fueled it.
Keep Your Feet 