I just pictured my journalism professor’s satchel he always carries around. On it it has the logo of the magazine he runs… Jump. George Miller you singly handily inspired me to jump into the unknown and pursue whole heartily a career in the ever changing world of journalism, no safety net in hand.

I think I need to jump. Into the unknown, into the finite, into whatever metaphorical space you want to call it. I want to do it, I can feel the pull towards it however I keep clinging to this safety net, out of fear? Out of commitment to past hopes? Most likely some combination of both. I woke up this morning inspired and with an excitement for all the possibilities if I abandon my safety net. There are so many places I can go, however I don’t know if my safety net will ever let me back.

i just wanna get high and listen to obscene amounts of modern baseball

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