I’m guilty of constantly wanting to start over.
to run away.
make things new again. why?
there has to be something I can do to no feel that way. and it’s with everything. more simply - I just deleted a ton of posts on here and the feeling of a clean slate is nice. it’s weird. with all my online blogging I constantly have the urge to erase past entries and start anew. with my handwritten journals I’m always needing a new book.
change is good.
everything is breaking. literally. not my heart or anything metaphorical, but my belongings. my backpack and my perfect orange winter coat ripped and now are unusable. complaining about this publicly is helping (i will tell myself this so it helps). but ALSO, the 100 Happy Days project I am doing is also helping. I am looking around at how everything I do makes me happy and to appreciate the silver linings in situations. like… when i have money, i get to go shopping for a cute coat (next year) or… I’m going to be graduating next semester anyway soooooo do I really need my bag that much?
arnold and I tried to do sexy yoga once.