So it's not really a blog, blogs exist to be read, this exists to be written.. Recently I've been feeling bored, that wouldn't be so bad except that by recently I mean since last march, and by bored I mean dissatisfied and lazy. There's no reason for it. I have a million things I could be more than happy about.. And I am happy about them. I have a wonderful family who have always had the remarkable patience to let me just get on with being me. A beautiful, fun girlfriend, who won't put up with any of my s***, friends I can call at any point and it won't feel like I've spent a second away from them. And my God, who is my best friend, my dad, my meaning and the guy with the plan i haven't quite figured out (which is fine - i'm not supposed to..) But then; wanderlust is making my heels itch and everyday I have to fight my growing desire to hide away on my own and pretend the world isn't happening. Even music is starting to sound flat and i don't remember the last time i held a paintbrush. I feel old and tired at the tender and faintly ridiculous age of 23. In short, I have stopped feeling like life is my gift and adventure and started imagining it's some kind of burden.

So here's the new plan. A daily quest (because every good adventure is wrapped around a quest) to do the stuff that scares me, to put the effort into finding the fun, to remember what it was like to feel everything passionately. And to record my attempts, failures and even successes in here. Because I'm not buying this crap anymore. It can be so much more colourful than this. I'm taking it back.