It’s been some time, here’s what’s up.
I think I’m happy, or at least happier than I have been in a long time. Despite my great need to control and feel safe, I’ve been trying to live in the moment.
For someone who seems laid-back, I’m not. I’ve trained myself to appear calm in order to calm myself. Here’s a tip. It doesn’t work. Through intense thinking, I’ve decided that being vulnerable isn’t the worst thing that can happen.
I’m in the process of finding out what makes me happy and giving no fucks… and maybe branching out into an endless world of possibilities.
These things might seem trivial but I’ve compressed my essence into a continuous stream of repetition and now it feels like I can actually want to expand my life into something more. Does this make sense?