Up, Up and Away
Man, what a mood I'm in! I'm happy! And excited about life! It's a fuckin miracle! It all began on the plane to California. I sat there and thought to myself, 'when did the excitement get replaced by fear? when did you become such a pussy?' And I made a silent oath to give fear the slip any time it got too comfortable. I swore I would stop taking life so seriously and try to remember how life used to be a wonder. And so far, so good, my friends.
I have taken into account that this could be some sort of manic episode, that whatever goes up, must come down, but I've been back 3 weeks now and have pretty much carried on with the same momentum. Is life perfect? Are all my problems miraculously solved? No and No. However, the heaviness has dissipated and it all seems manageable. I haven't had a lick of anxiety since returning and I feel more comfortable in my skin than I have in a long time.
So, yeah, life's pretty cool right now and I'm enjoying it whether it lasts or not. I'm at the beginning of a 4 day weekend and woke up bright and bushy tailed at 8am today. The shame I felt about my past and myself is gone. I am proud of where I came from and I am fuckin proud of the lady I've become!
In short, the bitch is back.
I have taken into account that this could be some sort of manic episode, that whatever goes up, must come down, but I've been back 3 weeks now and have pretty much carried on with the same momentum. Is life perfect? Are all my problems miraculously solved? No and No. However, the heaviness has dissipated and it all seems manageable. I haven't had a lick of anxiety since returning and I feel more comfortable in my skin than I have in a long time.
So, yeah, life's pretty cool right now and I'm enjoying it whether it lasts or not. I'm at the beginning of a 4 day weekend and woke up bright and bushy tailed at 8am today. The shame I felt about my past and myself is gone. I am proud of where I came from and I am fuckin proud of the lady I've become!
In short, the bitch is back.