I have ants in my pants. I am getting so edgy that I can hardly sit still. That feeling where you know that you’re not where you should be but you know you can’t move forward just yet. I feel like I want to tear away and do something out of character, something crazy. I want to take risks. I want to go out there and change the world. I want to make my mark. I want to move. I just don’t know where.
I write, I read, I cook, I study, I work. I like learning new things. I want to be challenged with new ideas. I want new experiences. I am tired of being content. And yet what I am searching for is contentment.
I know that everybody fits somewhere. I know that everything has its place but I feel like mine was moved. I need space to grow and expand. I want to expand. Now.
I want to move and change and yet all I want is a quiet life. I don’t want to climb mountains. I want to be able to do what I love forever. Yes, I want to be content. But I don’t want to be complacent. I don’t want to be satisfied with what I have just because that is what I have. I know that there is something more out there; I just need to go out there and find it.