Since I was a child I have dreamed of bigger things. Traveling the world, helping people for nothing in return, seeing the beauty in everything, dancing wherever I go with no relent. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, artist was always the answer. But I passed on that dream as I grew older. Settling into a world of 90 to nothing retail, long days in the office, and almost no personal time to myself. There is a future here. I am financially stable, not having to worry about my job and if it’s going anywhere. I am good at what I do.
But recently I took a very short trip to a new city. It was vibrant, people radiating good energy. Fun on every corner. And I couldn’t help but ponder..is that where I should be? Am I doing what I should be doing? What am I SUPPOSED to be doing with my life? Am I missing out on what I would love to do for what I think I should be doing? Should I sell my place, pack a suitcase and set out on a journey of unknown tomorrow? Am I being complacent?