#be-er

[sockmonstergotstyle]

Watching last night’s Wembley stream and I’m using Jimin’s purposeful glottal stop in my English language coursework next year

[princesseraboteuse]

Today I realized that I'm really good at moving forward. I think that's why I identify as a doer, moreso than a dreamer, or a dweller. 

I was listening to a song that made me recall the last time I had heard that song. I was showering at my old house. At that point I realized that, even though I had spent countless hours in that home, I hadn't even thought of it since I moved out. Not a single passing thought. Not a notion of the fact that I was waking up in a completely new space every day. My food was in a different fridge. My toothbrush on a different shelf. My sense of serenity, space and home evolved completely within hours of my moving out.

I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing. However, there's something divine about being able to reach into the past and reminisce in a way that you can recall emotions, feelings, touch. Sometimes I do wish that I wasn't so focused on propelling myself forward, and instead could appreciate all that I've done. I live in a constant state of catapultion. Throwing my-selves into new challenges in every area of my life. Every day. 

Constant anxiety keeps me on my toes. Keeps an air of perfection circumambient. Safety circumferential. 

To work on: transition from do-er to be-er. On Sundays.