I have the distinct feeling that life is passing me by with nothing but excuses from as to why I cannot or will not live it.

I have the feeling that there is this greatness, this fantabulousness somewhere out there other then here. I know what that feeling means though. That is my gyspy heart telling me to roam again. I don't want to do that. That is yet another excuse. I want to go back to school. And I don't care who thinks its a bad idea. I need to go back to school to get some kind of training. I would love to be a massage therapist. But not just for animals like I want to do. But for people too. I want to do aroma therapy and crystal and colour therapy. I need to find someone to train me while I work with them doing that. I have a feeling that something like that is just around the corner. When I come upon it I must just simply remember not to exuse my way out of it. I must live my life!!! If I don't I am going to continue crawling deeper into my shell. If that happens I will end up never coming out again.