searching for answers

It's about that time in my life (senior year in college) where every person I run into asks me the dreaded question: "What's next?" 

As I reflect on my most recent of many ever-changing thoughts about what I am considering to do post-graduation, I muster up an answer that sounds remotely reasonable. But then I think, it shouldn't matter what answer I give. It doesn't make a difference if with whomever I am chatting appreciates my decisions or whether my decisions will change within the next five minutes. What matters is that I figure out my path in my own personal way. By struggling, contemplating, and changing my mind time and time again, will I find exactly where I want to be (most likely after doing multiple other things that tell me where I don't want to be). 

Ultimately, I want travel and I want dance in my life. I want adventure. I want artistry. I want a change of pace, new faces, new spaces. I want a challenge. But it's scary. It's scary doing them alone. But also exhilarating. Not having anyone to tend to, no one to tell me whether what I'm doing is right or wrong. Having no one else to blame but myself for mistakes, blunders, or even those rare but ever so deserving brilliant decisions. I'm willing to go there. My biggest problem is I don't know where to begin.

There are many questions I have yet to answer for myself, nonetheless for anyone else. There is much more research to be done, more hard work and exploring to occur, and more opportunities to be discovered.