The first step is always the hardest

Oh, Dr. Seuss.

It's sad that 20 or so years after I first learned to read, my favorite author hasn't changed. I don't know if it's a testament to his influence or if it speaks to the quality of my English degree.

Almost a year ago, at that fateful graduation party, a classmate's mother asked my parents what my plans were for this upcoming year. My father responded that I was exploring my options, testing the waters. She then asked him if my parents were ok with the "lack of direction" in my life.

I traveled for a little bit and ended up working in a law firm. Though it has been a wonderful, fantastic, enlightening, and character-building year, I've come to terms with the notion that maybe I just don't have direction in my life, and maybe that's ok.

As for Dr. Seuss, the man's a genius:

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose."

With that in mind, I've left my job, sold most of my furniture, gathered my savings, and I'm about to set off on a series of wild adventures. Wild mainly because I occasionally make poor life choices (i.e. buying $60 worth of clothes from a woman on craigslist that ended up consisting of 5 or 6 trash bags stuffed full of what seemed like Halloween costumes and brothel leftovers, and not even a classy brothel like the ones in Nevada).

I figure I should put in another cliche Dr. Seuss quote:

"And will you succeed? Yes indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed."

Here's hoping my luck holds and I don't fall into that 1.25%.