Trying new things is harder than it was a decade ago when I was a more stupid and reckless version of myself. This past few months had been full of trying new things and it has opened up new friendships, travel, personal growth and personal reevaluation. It’s also kicked the big effing block that was sitting on my story bone to the curb and I’m finding my words again. It doesn’t mean I’m not sitting here debating how awful I was today. How many fuck ups will be recounted at an after party I was way too exhausted to go to or to question how embarrassingly bad I looked to those around me. But the experience was worth this anxiety. And it’s helping, despite some setback news at the end of day, to get me over and through stuff. So there’s that.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 