job, husband, kids. Why does that seem so hard to get to step one.
I don’t belong to Mac anymore. My heart will always be Mac’s but its not mine.
Living life on purpose is a whole lot easier than I thought it would be. Now to live it on purpose regardless of what anyone else thinks.
To live my life on purpose.
no regrets.
I’m knitting. Too much. I cut my own hair. I wear plaid. I feel both lost and grounded all at once. This is still a very strange time in my life.
Sometimes I think that just getting in the car and driving as far as she will go is the best thing I could do.
I look at my friends who are doing amazing things. Though they are admittedly not simple things. It makes me wonder what I’m doing that’s amazing?
While I do believe in many ways that right now maybe making coffee is my calling I often feel the tug on my heartstrings of something bigger, something better and something more.
I do not for one second regret any of the choices that I have made but maybe I’m just getting restless.
One day I’ll buy that plane ticket. One day I’ll hit the road. And it will be glorious.
It’s like my therapist, boyfriend and addiction. Worse than cigarettes but better for me. Empowering and non-judgemental. Everything I always wanted to be.
Sometimes I think the key to living is to support the shit out of everyone and everything. In the hopes that one day the world will repay the favour and your life will take a turn for the best.
Other times I think the key is a long run and a hot shower. And other times its just chocolate.
Yup so far you can go fuck yourself.
