sleep escapes me

I have been staying up way to late recently. Going to bed around 2am or crashing on the couch at some point during the night. It probably has something to do with the fact that I keep sleeping during the day. It's hard to think of moving after 3 and a half years. It's tough when everywhere you drive by, you wonder if it will be the last time. So many memories in so many places. I'm sad to go but feel that it is the right decision for now.

I still have dreams and aspirations and I have halted my pursuit of those while living here. Moving is just a motivator. I have to get up and do something that I love to do. It's time to go back to school. It's time to reach out and make a difference in this world instead of sitting in this hell hole of a cube and hoping that the little things matter to someone, somewhere.

I know now that this work is not what I am cut out for. My ass is literally sore and numb from sitting in a cubicle all day long. Hunched over a laptop when I'd rather be doing almost anything else. My window of opportunity has revealed itself. It's time to pick up and move on. Knowing in my head that moving on is a good decision and knowing that in my heart are two different--very different-- things right now. I love the independence and freedom of my current lifestyle. I dread losing that. But I need to kick start my next step in this life. And, here, sitting in my cubicle, I am going nowhere. I must be off. Off on an adventure that will shape the rest of my life.