do the Jane Fonda
spending the day waiting to work when my shift starts at 8 pm vigorously inhales. trying to shake this uneasy feeling i have that i was pulling out the acting-like-a-brat card last night also vigorously inhales. embarking on a new emotional journey is screwing with my ability to carry on with my bad-girl facade. haha. i guess this is my hangover speaking.
when i am alone with my thoughts, or sitting on the couch vegging out watching chick flicks and contemplating life, i question myself. i question my abilities. i question the path i am taking in this life. i question if i will ever find the answers. life is about experiences. so let's keep experiencing.
i feel a crazy coming out in me. has it been there all along? yes, i do believe so. being in friends' apartments and houses i realize i haven't made my apartment my home. my walls are bare, my possessions are just strewn about. i come 'home' to bathe, change clothes and sometimes slumber. i guess i never settled in when i first moved because life was super hectic (life is always hectic) and i think the passion and fire in my heart fizzled out because i was just so worn. out. worn. thin. worn. down. worn. i gave so much of myself to the relationship i was in that i had nothing left. nothing left to rebuild on. slowly healing i think i am ready to start that rebuilding.
i have let so many things go... lots of loose ends to tie up. where to start.... where to start... maybe i should start with an ending. yes, that is definitely the beginning to this new chapter in my life.
when i am alone with my thoughts, or sitting on the couch vegging out watching chick flicks and contemplating life, i question myself. i question my abilities. i question the path i am taking in this life. i question if i will ever find the answers. life is about experiences. so let's keep experiencing.
i feel a crazy coming out in me. has it been there all along? yes, i do believe so. being in friends' apartments and houses i realize i haven't made my apartment my home. my walls are bare, my possessions are just strewn about. i come 'home' to bathe, change clothes and sometimes slumber. i guess i never settled in when i first moved because life was super hectic (life is always hectic) and i think the passion and fire in my heart fizzled out because i was just so worn. out. worn. thin. worn. down. worn. i gave so much of myself to the relationship i was in that i had nothing left. nothing left to rebuild on. slowly healing i think i am ready to start that rebuilding.
i have let so many things go... lots of loose ends to tie up. where to start.... where to start... maybe i should start with an ending. yes, that is definitely the beginning to this new chapter in my life.