Lately I’ve been trying to escape. Whether it is through my window at work or in my head when I’m vegging out on the couch, I have this urge to flee. Last week Lucky 10-Key and I discussed fictitious travel plans. On the top of my list is Jupiter. If and when space travel becomes a quick FTL jump away, I fully intend on visiting that gorgeous planet. The swirling colors hypnotized me as a child, and I have to admit, they still do. Second on my list, and only slightly more plausible, is a trip to Iceland. It’s the birthplace of Björk and safe enough for mothers to leave their babies outdoors–unattended–for a few hours of chilly air (how else do you think Björk developed those set of pipes?). Since I can’t actually afford to take a trip and I’m on probation at work until June, I have to settle for taking a vacation of the mind.
I can get caught up in my vivid imagination for hours at a time. It takes me places I never even knew I wanted see. I worry over words like a pebble in the palm of my hand. Suddenly, my apartment is too small to contain me; the idea that it ever could seems absurd. I’m a Superheroine for Gods sakes! I know my path to becoming the Superheroine of All Things New and Exciting is just beginning, but I can’t wait to see what it’s like along the way.
I feel like all of my Gal Pals are on the verge of something big—like a rubber band pulled taught—the tension propelling us further than we ever expected. If you aren’t waking up scared out of your mind, restless, and reckless—then you’re doing something wrong.
Anaïs Nin said, “It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before… to test your limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
So place your bets ladies, because sometimes you just have to roll a hard six.