Final Days as a 23 year old

Today is a day full of work. But also today is a nonchalant day. a day where I've made two steps towards a possible change. Thing is i know i should not lose sight of the ball in my hands At the moment. However , blindess to my current situation career wise(quite unhappy and feeling as though i am trapped in a rut) has caused my heart to skip at the possibilities of new options. new pursuits. new dreams.

Correction, old dreams being revived. Could it be that the final days as a 23 year old have been my most consciously decisive moments of my twenties?

I cannot begin to explain how i want to skip in fields of tulips in Tuscany, Italy. I cannot begin to explain how i want to skip in fields of lavender in Provence, France.

I am Beautiful, Irresistable, Sexy, smart, wise and the list goes on. And That is what my life tells me everyday. It was right in more ways than one. For My Life Has just been shaken to its core. Has woken up to smell the coffee... and what a beautiful aroma it is.

" Let them eat Cake ", But i will have and eat mine. soon.


Much Love,

Fearless