time

I spent this evening eating, talking, and watching classic movies with a close friend. She's an incredible person who is doing amazing things artistically, scholastically, and spiritually. Lately, as she's shared pieces of her life with me (with the help of her blog, twitter, and facebook), I've been completely staggered. She is nothing short of inspiring. And tonight, whether she realizes it or not, she's helped me come to a rather obvious realization: it's my time.

The last five years of my life have been exhausting in just about every way possible, but now it's time to move on. I don't mean to forget by moving on, I absolutely mean to remember everything I possibly can, I just simply mean to keep going on my journey. In 25 days I am moving out of my home, starting fresh in a new area, taking a tap dance class, and continuing on my never-ending endeavor to gain an education. It's my new chapter, my new stepping stone, my new kitchen (literally). It's time for me to stop worrying about all the little things surrounding me here, and time for me to focus on myself and becoming the best possible version of me possible. I think now I know that everything will be okay, myself included.

It's just... time.