Last night, I met a gal who talked to me about myself. One of the most important thing she told me was that she felt I was a fish in a fish bowl, looking out at the ocean. That is me. Thanks Morg.
Some days I think to myself where was I supposed to be? Is this the life that was meant for me? I imagine this photo is a great representation of me some days. As I stood on the dock, was I mean to be on that ship that just sailed away?