Day 21

Today shouldn't have been as bad as it was. Honestly, it shouldn't have. The sun was shining, the temperature maxing out at about 75 degrees F. They are the days I dream of, days in which I can skip class without regret, climb, slackline until my legs hurt, lay in the grass and just laugh for a friggen' long time.

However, while I finally thought I kicked the restlessness, at about 12 PM I had the sudden urge to walk out of class, quit everything, and move someplace friggen far away. While I wasn't about to take action on my sudden burst of spontanaeity, I can't understand what would possess my mind to even THINK about it. Yeah, adventure. Risk, sure. But REALLY!?

I wonder if it's because I'm scared. There's a lot that I'm stressing on, and I don't exactly respond well to stress (as those of you have been around me can attest.) It's stuff that I just have to plug through and not be scared of, and yet my first thought is to escape it all and do exactly what I want to do. Which is go to Boulder, CO, snowboard, and climb rocks. A LOT.