Life Is A Four Letter Word.

Fuck. Another four letter word. That 'wtf' moment when you realize "Oh, my god, I'm twenty-three, living with my parents again, drinking all the wine and listening to Sirius XM's Alt Nation till 3am." Is this my life? Where is it going? Where do I want it to go? What the fuck am I doing?? Whether you a New Age believer or just a dirty hippy such as myself you know all about destiny. That unpredictable friend or foe who oversees your path in life. Stepping in when you least expect it and throwing in a wrench to stir the pot. I've always trusted this cosmic force to create a nice balance within the world, but now I'd like to file a complaint. I dreamed my own dream for what I wanted my life to be in my twenties: Land my dream job, fall in love at 28, grow a garden and have my best friend by my side. But destiny had other plans. But I had a moment of clarity in the moment when I was about to accept my fate. I want to be a writer. This was always just a hobby and something I never thought had enough talent to pursue. But this is my year of change, of risks and an actual plan. Wtf? When did I become an adult? Lol. Ah, Life, we've only just begun ;) xoxo.