itI think I love this "new" person I'm becoming. I feel myself becoming more like an "adult", I guess is the word. I feel more peaceful and able to handle the world now. I just got back from this trip in Cali and it was perfect. Really, the best trip I have taken there so far. I felt more powerful, somehow, more in control of my thoughts and the words that I was speaking. I wasn't afraid to speak my mind and I definitely met some cool people along the way because of that. I don't know why this trip was different but I felt more free. I even met this comedian and Warren G down there. I can't put my feelings all on the trip, though. Maybe, before the trip, I was just too stressed to give a damn about what was going on around me but I felt so unbothered. I got into it with this guy
1. My knees are really ticklish and it irritates me when someone tries to rub them or touch them.
2. I plan on going all the way to getting my PhD in college. 3. I suck at expressing my feelings through actual talking, that's why I love to write so much. 4. I have 20/30 vision and an astigmatism in the my right eye. 5. I named my first car Lucy and my car's name now is Robin. 6. All of these technological advances make me nervous because I don't feel smart enough to keep up with it. 7. I still like to watch Disney movies. Sometimes I come home and I just think to myself and so many things run through my mind. I can't believe, for one, that I'm walking into my apartment, MY apartment. It's not my mom's house or my dad's place, it's MINE, well, my husband's apartment as well. That's another thing that gets me too, is that I'm MARRIED, to a real live man, not some daydream I have or a figment of my imagination, but a real man. It all seems so surreal. I don't know why I still have these thoughts when we've been married almost 3 years and living on our own just the same. Still, it feels like I'm back at 18 years old, sleeping in my room, in the basement, that I used to share with
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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