Continuously, I say when I come back I will start things new, but honestly, shouldn't life be lived like that every day? Ever since I came back from the Europe trip, my life has been anything but stable. It started out with Europe, then it went straight to a job interview in Orange County, while at a work trip, then getting hired for the new job, and then realizing I'd have to move out to California, which meant leaving New York for the first time, and then somehow bringing my belongings to the other side of the country, which required me to go through my life to date stuff, which took long grueling hours of non-sleep, to somehow making it cross country by driving there, by my own car and somehow making it out here. What happened with working out every day and gathering a few moments to myself and listening to my own thoughts? Aren't those the most important things that means the most to me? I honestly think that everything I asked for happened and am living it up, just like I had planned. And it creeps up to me little by little, that time will come near, when it's time for me to sit down and gather what has happened and to start making life changing thoughts and make new directions in life. Just to get a sense of me. Tags: dallas
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