maybe.

Maybe I was only meant for a friend or two.

Maybe I was only made with a little bit of compromise.

Maybe I was built for a different life.

Or maybe the life I'm building should be different.

Maybe I'm a gypsy.

And maybe that's okay.

So far, since I turned 18 I've been in a state of perpetually in-between.

I'm in-between spontaneous and prepared.

In-between what I want to do, and what I know I should do.

I'm learning that this constant state of in-between..is a stagnant place.

I've neither done what I wanted, or done what I know I should.

Just sort of lived. Floating along.

On this particular gloomy morning. After some much needed time spent in the sun.

I'm leaning towards do what I want.

What I should is boring.

So I'll work hard. Save my money.

Use the free I've been given and take a few classes.

And in 6 months time. I'll have a new plan and a new place.

Just you wait and see.

I'm only living the best from now on.