So my therapist said I should write again and basically.... Defunct Tumblr account.
I jumped too early in this dating thing.
What kind of idiot goes hikes a tricky trail when they just learned how to walk without dying? Oh wait. Been there, done that too.
I'm not even sure I can still be coherent. I've only been writing emails and reminders and policies and did I mention emails? I can't even think of writing creatively to save my life now.
So start with an honest post, she says. Here is my honest post.
I wish I could just be the person who doesn't wish for more. Someone who stops when satisfied and doesn't yearn for something beyond. I'm not talking about stopping once a fitness goal is hit or once a career goal is hit. I'm talking about other things that don't really contribute to growth and learning. I'm talking about extras in my life.
I wish I could be the sort of person who tastes authentic truffle and doesn't actively seek it after. Or someone who goes on a really thrilling ride and doesn't turn into an adrenaline junkie.
Someone who wishes for something once and doesn't get greedy for it again.
I need to delete connections again lest I try to use it to catch a fleeting passerby. I don't trust that I can control myself. I've quit smoking and sugar before, maybe I need some more time to quit whatever the hell this is, too.
So yeah. Write again, huh. Maybe I can write the story I want to happen someday.
