National park ranger.
Linguist.
Journalist.
Performing musician.
If it weren’t for the need to support myself, I would love to be any one of these things. For all of them, unfortunately, I would have to go back to school and put myself even more deeply into debt.
With only one life to live, I must ask if it would be worth it. With only one life to live, I’m rather terrified that the answer is “yes”.
How do we balance and accurately judge the path of a life well-lived with security and practicality? My (HA!) Marine posted a quote today from Ambrose Redmoon that says “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.” I think the time really has come to weigh the fear of crashing and burning against the possibility that I’ll fly. Or find that home where my heart can finally be.
