With the New Year slowly approaching, I am beginning to hear more and more people’s resolutions for 2015. At first I thought I would join in and make my own list of things I want to do for myself, knowing of course, that by February (if not before) most of these “promises” would be out the door and onto the unknown. As great as the idea of bettering ourselves is, most of us know that making these lists over and over won’t really make a difference and that we will keep deferring these plans year after year until they dissolve into oblivion.

The promise of “someday” becomes just that – a meaningless word you use to describe something you’re not prepared to deal with yet. Though sometimes waiting can be a good thing, how long can we live putting off our goals and dreams?

I’m the type of person who needs structure in my life. I love sitting down and planning out my year and putting it all into my calendar. I love lists. I love spreadsheet. I love having control of what will happen next. My need for structure has ruled the way I live for as long as I can remember and for the most part its worked well for me. That is until my schedule becomes too hectic and I begin to leave the things I want most to someday… For me these “somedays” have usually involved traveling – something I’ve yearned for since I sat down in 1999 and saw Passport to Paris for the first time.

Year after year, I’ve put them off like I put off my plans to have a steady gym schedule until I set them aside for the next year.

But looking back at this year I realize there are some things you need to dive into because they won’t fit into your every day life and structure.

In 2014 my travels happened unexpectedly and spontaneously. My first flight was purchased January 1st, when my need to see the world became too strong. I applied to programs out of curiousness.  I booked tickets with less than a weeks notice and I packed my bags and got in my car within minutes of talking to someone about seeing something new.

I didn’t let my the order freak in me allow spontaneous me to lose sight of what I truly wanted and it was great. My spontaneity led me to New York City and then Israel followd by Barcelona, Amsterdam, Berlin, Prague and Ibiza. It finally led me to my favorite city in the U.S. Washington, DC. (swoon).

I have yet to regret any of the decisions I’ve made.

For once in my life I let “someday” be today and while my travels – especially my summer in Europe – cost me enough to pay off my car and a few student loans, I wouldn’t change it for anything else. I now consider my debt what my uncle Geoff would describe as “good debt” – the kind of debt that will take a good chunk of my salary, but gave me exactly what I wanted,

The world.