Maybe I'm just crazy, but I sometimes feel like there is another life I could be living, like I'm living mine all wrong. I could be overseas, I could be exploring the world (and I know I would love it, and be so curious about everything), I could be working with books or writing, i could be writing a book and be on my way to publishing it, I could be totally in love with some rad guy and he with me. But that's another thing all together.
Could I be doing anything different? I'm registering births by day. I'm watching the odd movie or episode of something by night. The nights go so quick, and the days too.
I have dreams, but I don't really know where they stand at the moment. They're so vivid and they're still there in my head, ready to be put into action but I'm not really sure where to go. I don't want to register births all my life, but I love the people I work with too much to give it up right now. I need to travel though, I know it. I feel it in my bones. I need to be out there, breathing and seeing such different things. I don't want to be in a rut.
I will make a promise to myself right now - to not give up, to keep the dreams alive and start making them work. Pinky swear!
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