Climb a tree. Cross a meadow. Dive deep beneath the waves. Dig these hills that know no bounds. Mud on your shoes buried deep into the carpet.  Fret, revert or amble on into the new. Boots on, chin up, roll down a hill just to do it again…Purple, red, orange–the sun sets the stage and is where I want to be.

Dreaming is well and good but the dream will never be a reality without careful planning and work. Instead of running off and exploring only to be doomed later…I’d rather sacrifice it to get a good job that gives me time off to travel and explore. I’m tired of going to work with the sword of Damocles hanging over my head. Fire me or let me know I have a job. They have until the 18th.

I woke up this morning feeling oddly refreshed. Optimistic, Motivated…Even happy.

A new beginning.