Tangled

 Each choice, each decision I think of, comes with a crippling ripple effect. Certain friends push for the practical, the equation of safety. Others believe in Yes. They are supportive. It's everyone else's voice that is choking and suffocating me. I feel like I'm breathing in poisonous gas. 

Sometimes I wonder why I became a dreamer. Why couldn't I have a different driven passion? 

In this moment I am tangled in my own mind. 

What happened to the YES! The hopeful, the chaser. 

I am in my 20's. This is the time to make the mistakes, the time to just say YES. Others can be practical. If I want a glimpse of that I can just read it or watch it on TV, or who knows, go back to it. 

I went to London, to wake up, to find the freedom I needed. I keep thinking of the negative outcome, but what if I change my negative and make it a positive. What if this is the leap, and instead of falling, I fly. 

When we are little we have this untouched wonderous imagination, and we believe in ourselves with this unwavering faith. 

Here are the positives 

• I have become more aware of who I am
• well rounded
• considerate
• well-traveled
• open-minded
• To become a better writer
• vocabulary
• new stories to be written
• eloquent
• my words will dance with the colors of day and night
• Networking
• New friendships
• companionship
• opportunity
• Career
• internships
• travel
• advocate for others who can't
• Make an advertisement/commercial for the Superbowl

I can not dwell on the past, or practical, the safe and secure.

I can become a better me.

 I can become an achiever!