Do you remember highschool? Remember just dreaming about the day when you could finally get out? To see the world and explore, to finally leave this great big bore.

But then reality sets in, you are a couple of years in, and the fantasy has not been met. Now you become even more depressed, a lot more obsessed, and overall feel like you are drawing your last breath.

Funny how in these dark times are when you look back at high school and think, "wasn't that sublime?"

But then you take that next big step, the one that feels like it's a thousand foot drop, and the fear sets in that you might flop.
That's where I'm at today, I'm ready to live my life and seize the day. But uncertainty and worry rule this domain, and for me to conquer it I just have to take a breath and say it's okay.

For anyone who reads this, I guess you might be in the same boat, and all I can say is, hopefully we all can stay afloat.