Wheelin' through an endless fog.

I spent my entire life having absolutely no drive and no goals. There were things that I thought I might like, but nothing ever stuck with me long enough to actually do anything about it. I very nearly set myself on a permanent track to mediocrity and unimportance. A life based around just skimming by. As long as I could pay the bills and buy a few CDs now and again, that's all I ever figured I'd need and it didn't much matter what I was actually doing with my life.

I think I knew things needed to change before I even knew it. When I turned 25, I started feeling unsettled and restless. Nothing I was doing seemed worthwhile and I started viewing everything as an opportunity for something else; something new. I made a few hasty decisions just in the spirit of change and unfortunately they led me down some really bad paths. I can't say this new path isn't rocky, but this time I truly feel like this is the journey I'm meant to take.

It was very much like the moment in The Neverending Story when Bastian realizes the story had actually been taking place and he had been a part of it from the beginning. I didn't believe it at first, convinced my gut feelings were just more uncertainty. After a few weeks of mulling it over and thinking about career paths and possibilities, I finally gave in to it. "History" I wrote in my college application statement, "had been with me all along."

I don't know exactly where this is all going to lead, and I haven't even really begun as yet. All I know is that it's time for me to hop on my luck dragon and see where he flies.