In a month, next month this time I'll be on the road, heading towards California. I'll be moving there to find myself in the desert, camping for 10 days at a time with 9 people who I will also live with during off time. I'll be working with the land, hiking, camping, planting, routing, GIS mapping... not showering for 10 days at a time.
I feel like I'm always running, always choosing something outrageous because I don't want my life to be boring. And no, this won't be boring. For the next 10 months by life will be living and working in the desert. And I'm ready, scared, yes, but I'm taking a chance, putting my neck out there, trying something different and new because I can and because I want to. Sure, if someone had told me a few months ago that I would choose to live in the desert with complete strangers working my ass off I'd laugh at them, but that's what I'll be doing.
Running from rejection? Quite possibly. Running to be on my own because I never really have been, yes, yes I believe I am. But running means I have to stop sometime and where I end up is farther than where I started. I might just be a little worn out, a little worn down, ready for some rest, but I think at this point, its what I need.
And then... grad school! Which means a: I need to seriously start writing, none of this scraps of stories on scraps of paper and b: I need to seriously start GRE prepping.
Life is about the choice you make... and how you finish.
