It’s been a while and I can’t even begin to relay to you all that has happened this summer.
My lack of luck has been almost a joke, and I try not to complain. Don’t complain. Don’t complain. I won’t complain.
So many things have changed and I’m trying to keep up. Even though this can all be so overwhelming (as it usually is) I think I’m happy, in an off sort of way. I do things and go places and have conversations that couldn’t be better.
So even when the weight of these situations and unfortunate events weigh heavy, I’m alright; I’m okay. Painfully so, actually. When life itself is altered greatly, you learn things. Obviously, I guess. And somewhere along this all, my thought process as a whole has changed. Don’t know where, don’t know when, but something about it feels so nice.
Giving up can bring such great relief. Giving up my expectations, my bitching, my worrying. It all feels so nice.
And I can console myself, when doing what is right and what is hard, in knowing that I can never regret doing what’s right in the end… you know?
So, I’ll stop being vague and end this post of semi-non sensical nonsense here.
