Day 173

In about 12 hours, I'm leaving on a jet plane. Because my good old days started about 6 months ago and I've got some catching up to do. 

I remember talking to my friend about a year ago and saying we were doing our 20's all wrong.  Why so serious, 20's? There was way too much working and whining about working and not enough careless frolicking amongst cobblestone and late nights with complete strangers. I can count the amount of times I've been up so late I saw the sun rise on 3 fingers. And that is not okay. 

I kept worrying that when got old, I wouldn't have any glory days to reminisce about. My 20's were approaching their midnight hour and all I had to show for them was a studio in Boston (yeah it's adorable, but still), a job that made it unwise to be around sharp objects and friends and acquaintances  out doing the things I wanted to do. The stories I'd tell were rarely my own. So & So just went here. I just read an article about a guy who did this. OH!! My friend from work and her husband both quit their jobs, went to Europe for a month, then moved to a city they had only visited once because they felt like it, without jobs or a place to live.

Then that ball and chain called a 9-5 was suddenly not of my concern. In the last 6 months, I've racked up more stories and experiences than I have in the last 6 years. Or in my whole life. 

I look at things differently now. Things that seemed impossible or unrealistic, don't. I feel a little bit fearless. Not to be confused with confident. I'm well aware that all my little plans and ideas could backfire. It just doesn't bother me. 

So my "good old days" didn't start until I was 27. So what. Better late than never. 

Vivir bien!