And I'll never write another life projection again...
I thought about it, and thought about it, and made some lists, and talked to some friends, and ran it by some family members but then I had some dreams and a chat with the universe, and I am doing it. I am applying to the peace corps, and will stop at nothing to get accepted. It is more than my plan A, it is my plan: everything.
It's a long process so meanwhile I am doing all that I can to enjoy the journey and take this time to connect with friends, nature, family, and reality.
I also have a confession to make, I think I am turning into one of those sickeningly optimistic persons. I cannot stop falling in love with everything and everyone around me. I suddenly had this epiphany, this bum rushed realization, that life is good, even when it isn't. It's like I can feel the clock inside of me, the ticking time bomb of death but instead of terrifying me it enlightens me and prodes me into seizing every passing moment. I'm finding it extremely difficult to do anything conventional, and sitting in front of the Television is absolutely unthinkable now. I think I am coming down with some type of mental illness, some type where I obsessively live in the moment and symptomatically feel consistently happy. Their are draw backs to this, however, I refuse to list them (suiting right?) but you can imagine.
