BE

I wake up early to get away, spend some time alone.
My feet crush against the pavement as I look out upon the water and the morning dew begins to moisten the tip of my nose.
Around me are the mountains and the million dollar houses.
I am in LA. I am shoveling shit.

I wanna teach.

It hits me in waves harder against my heart, deeper against my soul. I imagine the classroom that I would have and what I would do with the kids today.

This economy is a bitch. Holding me back from the dreams in which I hold, the degree in which I worked my ass off to attain.

Although it is the adventure. It is the adventure that I wanted...I wanted this..I wanted to not know where I was going to sleep some nights..I wanted to feel the sensation of pure freedom..even if that meant sleeping on the floor in random houses wearing the same clothes for days. It thrills me.

I'm getting antsy here...I dream of the road...ready to hop on it and breath in the highway pollution. Further and deeper do I want to take myself in this adventure...Hopefully until I get lost in it. I'm sick of waiting. I'm sick of searching. I just want to BE...and the rest will follow.