Learn to love the ride….
Life is a moving target. Not that I want to shoot at it, but I want to keep moving. Keep experiencing new things, new places, new people. Maybe that is why I have not yet settled down. Maybe I see life as a progression, as a (and I’m going Hemingway here) moveable feast. Maybe there is a reason why I feel this need to up and leave where I am right now. Not that I am unhappy, but I feel like life has become contained in a ten block radius. Like I have fallen into routine that I have desperately tried to fight. There is a lot to be gained from routine, but I feel it is the enemy of creation and the fastest way to fail as a writer. There is a difference between routine and dedication, never forget that.
I am nervous….there is a lot going on in my life. I am not scared. I am not running. I am pursuing a dream, a passion, a career I believe in, a career I know will lead me to success. I am not afraid of risk. I am not afraid of falling. I am willing to risk it all because I am only doing this one fucking time and I damn well want to be remembered with words I put on a page.
“I know we’ll be just fine, if we learn to love the ride.”