Moving On

There's nothing like figuring out that you don't have it figured out. Sometimes things just have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. There is something to be said for those who are doing exactly what they have always dreamed of. Sometimes I can't even figure out what I dream of doing...maybe I just can't remember it upon waking. I love to sing. I don't want to be a star, I just want to enjoy myself. It is liberating to sing someone else's song...its like stepping out of reality, or clocking out of life for three minutes. I have always wanted to learn to write songs but I completely suck at it, I'm okay with that. As long as somebody else has that talent, I can take care of the vocals. I recently applied to grad school to pursue a master's in nursing...but I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. Sometimes I think I make choices based on how the end result will affect my life...instead of living out my life the way I want to. So far my method has paid off, but I'm not sure I'm totally content with where I am. I don't make enough time for what makes me feel alive. Work pushes everything else aside. I become so obsessed with ensuring my future security that I forget I may not even get the chance to enjoy it. In my line of work you see how fast life can be stripped from you...whether your 16 or 62. So today starts a new take on life for me....I'm going to love what I do.