How does anyone ever know what the right thing to do is? How do you know if you're jumping off a cliff for the right reasons or just for the sake of jumping? If you choose to stay grounded (there's a reason that's a word for punishment), how do you know if it's because it's the right thing to do, or just a reaction to fear and/or complacency? I don't want to be complacent. I don't want to make a mistake either.
Where the hell are comfort foods when you need them?
Just got back from sunny (and it was) California. Glad to be sleeping in my bed again. Less glad to note that the washer is still broken. Must do something about that. I'm scared of the laundromat.
I'll be 30 in 8 months. Crap.
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I'll be 30 in 5 months. Trying not to let that freak me the fuck out.
I don't know EXACTLY what this post is about. But the first paragraph is absolutely F-in brilliant and makes sense and belongs to and speaks to anyone and everyone living a human existence right now. Well done.
Cheers, T.
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