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Jon said, jokingly (I hope), that when he told me to move out to Buffalo this summer he didn’t think I’d actually take him up on it. I didn’t either.

I applied for an internship not thinking I’d get a response. I went to an interview not thinking I’d get hired. I got hired. Fate has called my bluff.

I’ve surprised myself. I’ve done something that is what I should be doing, not just what I want to do.

For once I’ve done something without planning it to exhaustion. I didn’t get bored with the idea before it started, because I’ve been (relatively) living in the moment. I got a call from a coffee shop this morning and an hour later I was sitting in an interview. I’ve been running around, getting things done and not worrying if they’re right. At some point there is no right or wrong, there is only what’s been done. I guess between plans and actuality, what you pursue is the right path because it’s the only path.