End the mental health stigma.
|—||Ivan E. Coyte (via ambermozo)|
“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” -Jack Kerouac
While grad school has been an invigorating experience thus far, the time of the semester has come that I’m pretty over it. I’m ready to pack up and leave. It’s time for me to explore.
Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and…
Not exhaustive, of course. Simply the little pieces that make up the bigger part of what is me.
Hot summer days
Confidence (borderline arrogance)
Exploring new places
Making life simpler for people
Drives down country roads
People playing with my hair
Looking at alternative perspectives
Heart to hearts with strangers
My dysfunctional family
Swimming at the river