In The Beginning

I never imagined myself feeling compelled to become a "blogger." I have yet to master (or feel the desire to master) this Twitter business, and although it remains on my New Years Resolutions list year after year, I still cannot maintain a personal journal beyond a week or so.

So why have I decided to take the leap into publicly dishing my drama to the critical social media eye? Crisis. Quarter-life crisis to be exact. I figure if I'm going to go through the draining process of truly taking a look at my life, or rather deciding what I want my life to look like, I might as well have something to show for it. If nothing else, a record of this internal monologue.

I'm not exactly sure where it came from. In fact, I'm not exactly sure anything "comes from" anywhere. It seems, rather, that life is pretty random when it decides to align all factors perfectly to create a personal cosmic explosion, sending all original plans (that were so nicely set in stone) into millions of fragments, on a direct course into ... my life.

OK, I'm getting a bit angsty here - time to turn down the Saves the Day and clarify some things.

I am happy.
For the most part I'm very happy. I have my perfect partner - with a great movie script worthy love story to boot; my family is hugely important and supportive and I actually enjoying being with my parents; my friends are motivating and inspiring and, after 13 years, have a pretty clear understanding of what they are getting themselves into with me; my coworkers make work enjoyable and my boss is actually a human being; I'm healthy, paying my bills, have a dog, and like where I live.

I just feel that my life is at a crossroads - left is the easy way out where life looks like the a-typical, safe, routine monotony of coffee in rush hour, a mediocre salary with benefits, and 48 hour weekends to look forward to. Right is the unknown - but has to be better than left.

So for right now, I'm bushwhacking down the middle.