I just spent an hour writing my thoughts out.
Read an article about high agency that left me spinning. They’re shiny, pretty, thin.
That’s not a negative spin.
I can relate, and I can’t. I’m those things, but I don’t believe they exist inside of me.
That’s why mindset therapy is a thing.
I’ve been looking at it all wrong, carrying hush puppies from past lives within. As if they’re fresh off the grill and still relevant.
On another topic, let’s discuss being alone.
Shall we? Yes, we shall.
A year ago I kept thinking, “I just need to hide out on a deserted island with no other inhabitants and get my shit done!”
Now here we are.
Okay, so it isn’t an island. But in ways it might as well be one.
And I’m bitching about it in silence.
Careful what you wish for…
Yeah, go eat a bag of dicks, Sharon.
When you’ve spent your whole life begging for a break from the chaos and it finally arrives… well, it’s a bit like sitting in silence with a date for the first time.
Awkward. Unbearable even.
My brain wants to hurry up and fill it up with something. Anything.
But here we are still, all quiet.
It’s breezy out today, the most idyllic weather. Breeze blowing through the flower bushes. Wind chimes chiming under a not-too-blazing sun.
“Don’t you miss the coast?” people ask me.
And I remember the feeling of living in a bee hive, buzzing.
If people have talked about coming to this experience before, I missed it. It flew right by me. It feels like an “aha!” and “duh!” moment simultaneously.
I want to invent a new word for “traumatized”.
I get why so many fight to keep the bad things coming. Even the good version of unknown is frightening.
My Drive-In Movie isn’t even half finished, but he’s beautiful.
This whole crazy thing is a big leap of faith. Divine me!
There’s one thing I’ll never be described as — cowardly.