In accordance and obeying the bug which has bitten me, I decided to be spontaneous this weekend and visit a friend who lives about an hour and a half away in a decent sized city.  I went with no real plans in mind other than needing to pick up a couple things for my future travel plans but we ended up going on various adventures roaming around the city.  I am extremely grateful to have such friends, who have helped me to embrace who I really am, and to take risks with me.  It was a great night out and I got home in the early hours of Sunday feeling well at peace with the world.

Sunday has proven to be different, in an odd way, difficult to explain.  To simplify, I feel disconnected from the world.  Like I’m monitoring a life from the outside but it’s my own life.  Strange.  It’s as close as I have come to bothered in months, but far too close for comfort truth be told.  That is not what this place is for though, it is for adventures, and for self-discovery.

On that front, I have aligned my priorities and have dates in place to pick up my tickets to the left coast.  This trip will include rail, skies, roads, and likely plenty of good old fashioned hoofing it.  This isn’t a notion that feels outside a comfort zone, but it is one that I have never followed through on.  No more of that.  With this many years already behind me there is no valid excuse for that kind of pussy-footing.  Life is too short and I’ve already spent too much of it with my head down sulking.

Big world, bigger ambitions.  Help along the way or get out of the way, because time is truly of the essence.