I guess the easiest answer I could give you as to why I needed to leave everything I knew behind is this: I was tired. I was tired of okay. Sometimes everything that makes up your life and your world is just okay. But that's not okay. Actually, it's a little less than okay, and you're justifying the less than okay because you are afraid. Afraid that if you change the status quo, things could get a lot worse than less than okay.

To endure you dream. You live and strive in the imagined worlds within your head. The problem with this is your body gets jealous of your escapism and wants to follow along. So one day your suppression spills out as you are sipping your third Americano at the local coffee shop. It's subtle at first. You feel a tiny tingle move from your toes to your head. The sensation carries a message to your brain: RUN!

Run, it says. It's a gut reaction, so you have no plan. But you get up and run, instinctively, as fast as you can in the opposite direction from where you were previously.

For those of you who have experienced this moment, you may not have looked back as you ran away. Maybe you wanted to just keep moving in fear of looking back. You may have wanted to pretend that what was behind you never existed, and you may continue to pretend that.

I am not you. I am part of the percentage of others who looked back to know where I was going. And I needed to say fuck you, behind. Fuck you, fear. I know you are there, but you won't pull me back. I am going forward into the unknown and into the new. I am searching for more than just okay. I am searching for great, wonderful and amazing.