making it up as i go
Lately, I've been yearning to write—feeling as if there are things I really need to be writing about, while simultaneously feeling as if I have absolutely nothing to say.
This
freedom
the freedom of constraint
I have a million ideas and want to pursue them all... and that's my biggest problem.
For years, I thought keeping all my options open was freedom, but it turns out, refusing to choose hasn't been keeping me free; it's been keeping me trapped.
love affair with life
I’m having a love affair with my life.
It’s the romance I always sought in another,
which never failed to leave me feeling hollow
like a mirage of something real.
Life
plumage in the breeze
Once upon a time, I looked at the world around me and noticed that everything was wonky as fuck.
I saw people spending a majority of their lives at jobs they disliked or
walls of conclusion
I do my best to cozy down into a ‘normal’ life situation...
Ya know, with love and cookies, and consistent bedtimes.
Date nights and planning.
Steady jobs with paychecks and insurance and stuff.