I had a friend of mine describe me as a person of extremes. I sail through life, feeling everything, but noticing nothing except those bits which make me feel something. I can break a leg, or a heart, or waste years of my life on some gambit, all in the hope of having something break through.
But maybe this is over. Maybe I’m changing, or allowing myself to change, or; something. I’m finally feeling my feet touch the ground, connect to something solid. My study is making me happy for once – imagine that! I’m working in a bloody tea shop – my dream job! And my social world, my friends, all those people I care about… I’m becoming less afraid to open up.
It’s liberating.
*On another note, this note is possibly the most egotistical thing I’ve ever written; I mentioned myself twenty-one times. Woot!
