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I read a journal entry I had written just over a year ago at the dawn of turning 26. I intended to start a blog that journaled goals that I have in life; to take pictures and tell stories. I would go skydiving. Travel in a hot air balloon at sunrise. See the world. Bathe with an elephant. All equally on my list. All equally left undone. A year ago, I felt an insatiable desire to live life with more passion, more adventure. I felt that without those things, I wasn't living life to the fullest. So badly, I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone, to feel scared, to feel exhilarated, to feel humbled. But now, as I approach my 27th birthday, I have to admit, my adventurous spirit has subsided. To be honest, I don't want to go skydiving. I mean, what's the point of jumping out of a perfectly good air plane? To possibly have your parachute fail, fly into a power line and get electrocuted? Maybe that's worst case scenario. But do I want to take the risk? Not so much. Today, my focus has switched, from living, to simply living. To say that I don't want passion and adventure would be completely false, and to say that I have stopped dreaming, would be all wrong. But I just dream of different things. A baby, friendship, love, a professional passion. I dream more of the life I want to create, rather than the life I dreamt about in the skies, on mountains, or beneath the seas. And with 100% honesty, I am more than perfectly OK with that. In fact, I'm excited for the adventure that lies ahead.