Possibility

I've been developing a sort of nautical obsession lately. Daydreaming about sailing, and the open sea. I've been dressing the part, too. I recently started wearing my pea coat that has anchors on the buttons again, and I've been thinking that instead of getting a tattoo sleeve in just fairytales it'll be ocean themed instead. For a while I thought this whole thing was stemming from my newly-acquired Disney obsession, especially with the Little Mermaid. But I've been ruminating on it a lot lately, and I think it's actually a bit more of a personal development.

I used to be terrified of the open sea. The idea of all that vast emptiness scared me, and for the longest time sailing seemed like a terrifying idea. I think the whole thing was just symbolic in my mind, though. I think that, to my subconscious, the open sea represented all the options and potential life held. It was everything that was outside of the little box I had made for myself, the comfort zone I had carved. And now, the only thing I want out of life is possibility. My comfort zone isn't enough. Even more so, it's starting to feel like a prison instead of someplace safe. I want options. Hell, I need options.

I'm stepping out of my box, more and more, and I want that open sea. I want to look into the horizon and know that regardless of which direction I take, there's something out there. Possibilities. I want adventure, I want love, and I want to live life, not just go through the motions. So that's my little revelation of the day. Seems like I'm having more and more lately. Tomorrow is a brand new year, and I'm looking forward to it. Because I'm a brand new me, and the new me could use a fresh start.