Livin' Life

I've always regarded myself as someone who's normally up for some sort of adventure. Anything from merely checking out a different neighborhood in a city, trying a new bar or going bungee jumping spur of the moment at some random tower off a Tennessee highway. I've always liked shaking things up in my life and trying to get as many different experiences as I can.

I got onto this train of thought while having a discussion with Jon and made a sarcastic comment about him getting a form notarized being exciting. I stopped and thought to myself that aside from the mini-bender I went on this past Friday evening and sinking a 20 foot putt Sunday afternoon I haven't really done anything overly thrilling or adventurous lately. I've been working a lot and making real progress in my career by becoming an assistant but I haven't had any sort of adventures.

Going back to Michigan will provide me with a nice change of pace. I'll get to spend time with my family and some very close friends (sorry to all of you not so close friends, the very close one's have dealt with my bullshit for far longer thus more deserving of my time) but I don't foresee myself doing anything that'll get my heart racing.

For me that's always been something I try and find in my life. Moments that make my heart race or excite me in a way that feels euphoric (take that how you will, I know the sexual connotations are there). For me life has always been about the journey and to try and make it as exciting as possible. In the end we're all going to be dead so we might as well enjoy it the best we can.

I don't know if I'm enjoying life to the fullest right now. You can ask my roommates about my attitude when I come home from work and they'll tell you where my spirits generally are. I want to have this burst of excitement where I get chills or nervous. Where I'm unsure about something but still cavalier enough to go through with it.

I think I'm going to pull my bucket list out soon and try to cross a few things off. It's not a case of I'm depressed about my life. I'm not by any means. I'm very happy and grateful for where I'm at and what I'm doing. There are so many people in LA who would love to be an executive assistant and I am one at 23. I'm in a great place with my career, my personal life is doing well (wouldn't mind more constant female companionship) and I get to see my family soon.

I'm just trying to get more out of my life, find more enjoyment and excitement beyond work. I think it's a great thing to keep striving for more and wanting to get more out of life. I think life is what you make it and I want to make it a fuckin' party. When I'm dead and people are celebrating my life I want them to say I lived and I had fun. I took chances and I have some stories.




















p.s. I'm going to request that my WOP buddy, Dave, share some of our drunken stories that took place in the bars and on the streets of Grand Rapids. I also want him to get a tattoo on his back that says "That's a spicy meat-a-ball!"