I guess what I’m trying to get out is that I have fulfilling ways to spend my time, but there are always those in between moments of quiet that I haven’t quite settled myself with. I’ve written about those a lot here – I call them the ‘in between spaces’ of life.
Currently we’re sitting at about 20,000 words, a decent count for just over a month’s work.
We got little Dan from the SPCA about 3 months ago, when he was a shy, teary-eyed little boy. He was afraid of everything, he had health problems as a kitten and couldn’t trust anybody, he broke my heart.
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.
I’m grateful that I’ve learnt what a healthy relationship is, through having one. Over three years together and I’m still happy that we met, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want some alone time.
Sometimes the human brain is a slightly unintelligent, highly sadomasochistic beast.
This year, I really started appreciating the people around me, in my life and subsequently where I’ve gotten in this 23 years of occupying space.
Why is it that I thought that every aspect of my life needed to be so meaningful? So serious? So life-alteringly complex. Some moments are just moments. Just there to be lived in. Enjoyed. Made fun of.