Forward Motion

Lately I've had these spontaneous urges to climb, run, or jump. I'll see the new life science building and think, "Gosh, I just want to climb on top of that roof." Or I'll be sitting at home on my couch and think, "Man, I want to run right now," even though I'm exhausted and it's midnight and I hate running. Or I'll look out over the trail edge down a 50 foot drop and think--just kidding. I don't know why I listed "jump." I guess it just fits with those other actions. I mainly just get urges to climb and run.

I think these urges probably have something to do with feeling bored with how steady my life is. It's like this endless plateau spanning out in all directions for miles and miles. I mean, there's mountains to climb in my professional life (which is weird to think that I actually have a professional life), but my personal life is so predictable.

I should be grateful. Only a month ago it was so unpredictable that I had random emotional breakdowns, acid reflux (and other somatic symptoms), and absolutely no motivation to do anything but keep everything from falling apart. (Energy WASTED). I definitely don't want to go back to that, but I do feel like I've lost that feeling of purpose I once had. It's like I'm recent RM or something.

I need goals.

Goals:
1. Master French
2. Climb the roof of the new life science building
3. Get buff
4. Run an eight-minute mile
5. Learn how to beat-box
6. Be able to serenade someone with either the piano or guitar at any given moment when presented with either instrument.
7. Befriend and pet a duck
8. LEARN HOW TO DRIVE
9. Kiss at least one guy this summer
10. Finish my feature-length screenplay
11. Be a kick-ass social worker

BAM. I've got goals and they will happen.