My life is a lot of solo projects, solo adventures… I cleaned out my iPhoto tonight, deleted pictures of exes (mainly the horrid one) only keeping some for blackmail at some point or a good laugh, pictures of friends now turned foe, and senseless times of my life. In going through about 11 years in the span of an hour I noticed that most of the big things I’ve done up until this point have been created, executed and experienced by me, and only me. I’m not the type of person who needs a wing man, company is great, but I often find I can drift here or there within a matter of seconds. Leave for halfway across the country or the world upon a moments notice. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again, I’m sure. I’m proud of the accomplishments I’ve created. I’ve done a lot more than most, but I seem to keep company that does more, as a subconscious way of perhaps pushing myself to keep lusting after what inspires me, to keep pushing the envelope and breaking the box or what consists of my “norms.”

I’m fortunate enough to, as of recent, come across someone (a few actually, but one in particular) who not only inspires me to push myself, but advocates it as well. Okay, so maybe not quite galavanting across the world instantaniously. But close to it. Someone I can actually merge those desires with. It’s become a joint effort. I feel that I’ve often been held back on what I want to do in regards of seeing the world and expanding my own. But this feels different to me. Shared goals will make that easier I suppose. But I get the exact same rush of adrenaline and feeling of excitement when I think about the ‘us’ doing those kinds of things, the same feeling that I get when I’m about to set off somewhere for some reason, spur of the moment or slightly premeditated. I’ve never felt that before with someone else… I thinks its a good sign. In fact, I’m quite adimant about keeping that person. Please and thankyou.