Changes. Choices. And Challenging Yourself.

Change is one of few universal constants we can count on. It's inevitable, and that's scary, but the changes don't have to be. When they're embraced they can be a good thing. It's the only way to move forward.
As of late, I've been feeling very reflective. I realized that I want a more exciting life than what I currently lead. Now, that's a pretty common thought to have, but it's not an easy thing to achieve. Living a bold life means making bold choices. It means taking the opportunities that come your way even when you're not entirely sure what the impact could be. It's risking comfort for adventure. I'm ready to take that risk.
I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to my life, maybe that comes from being an anxious person, I'm not really sure. One thing I do know, is that I'm tired of letting that hold me back. I'm prepared to go out on a limb and hope that it can support me. If it doesn't, then I'm going to embrace the free fall.
I think this is something everyone around my age goes through. We all come to a fork in the road eventually. We all have to decide what kind of life we want. Are we comfortable with mediocrity or do we something more?  I want more.
For so long, I thought what I wanted was comfort and stability. I didn't have a lot of that growing up, and maybe that part of me is a little broken, and that's okay. But I've come to figure out, I'll never feel truly fulfilled living that life. I have to keep moving, keep learning, keep growing. It's who I am.
Two years ago, I was faced with the decision of applying to community colleges or taking a chance as a writer, and giving it my all. I chose the second option. The scary option. I didn't fully understand why at the time, but it felt right. I get it now. I get that I didn't want to trade a part of my creativity, my voice, for a little more guarantee in life. Because taking the chance is worth it.
Now, maybe when I'm fifty, and I'm looking back at this moment in my life, I'll think differently. I might regret this later, but that's life. At least I'll have this post to remind myself that, for at least a little while, before the world had time to turn me jaded, I believed in myself. I had an unshakable confidence. After all, that's what this blog is for, to document to moments of certainty in an uncertain life.
I don't really know what the purpose of this post is, or if it'll even make sense to anyone else, but it's something that's been weighing on my mind lately. Originally, I was going to talk about something fashion related today, but this felt more important. Thanks for listening.
-Jenn

P.S. I have a cold right now, and I just don't feel like doing any Robitussin induced editing right now. Excuse all of the grammar and punctuation mistakes, please. I'm going to go hide under my blanket now.