Maybe (via LilySpeak)

Blogger’s note: this post was imported from an old blog from my previous anonymous life, LilySpeak, but resonates clearly with what I’ve done here at {d.com} so it’s been imported to be included.  What’s even cooler is that this picture, originally included in this May 2009 post, was taken at Chautauqua in Boulder, Colorado.  And I live here now (May 2010).  Enjoy!

Maybe it’s this age. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m 26 and am constantly challenged to define where it is I’m “supposed” to be right now.

Yeah, I know we’ve established that right here, is where I’m supposed to be, but it leaves me wondering where exactly I’m headed. I mean, I’m not planning to stay in this spot, so what direction am I “supposed to be” moving in?

Or maybe it’s just summer. Maybe there’s something about this season that inspires and encourages change, that’s a breeding ground for restlessness. It was, after all, this time last summer that I was planning my escape from my Big Agency Job to take up organic coffee farming or becoming a yoga instructor in Hawaii. Seriously, I was looking into apartments and everything.

Or maybe it’s something bigger. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m still looking into yoga teacher training and now know a few organizations that would support that whole organic coffee farming lifestyle thing. Maybe it’s that it’s becoming increasingly possible to even consider a change.

I know a few of you are there too. I’ve had multiple conversations with more than one of you about your desires to give up everything you have to spend a year backpacking in Europe or becoming a professional puppy cuddler; I’ve encouraged others of you to just straight up quit your jobs and follow your heart and your dreams and your love, likely because that’s exactly what I want to do right now (minus the love part, because you know, I’m super single).

So maybe it’s a product of being in my mid-20s and figuring out where my life is headed in general, maybe it’s the feeling that summer seems to open the doors of endless possibilities, or maybe it really is a nagging feeling inside of me that this life – the florescent lights, cube farm, bottom-lines-and-margins lifestyle isn’t necessarily the *perfect* fit for me.

I’m not worried about it though, I know I’ll figure it out and will get on the right path, but maybe the juxtaposition of age, season, and restlessness is the perfect formula for making a change.

Maybe.

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