This will be a weird post. I’m at that point where I don’t want to do anything but write. Not about anything in particular but my hand refuses to stop writing. I’m at the weirdest point of my life. I’m not stressed, even though I should be. I mean rent isn’t paid, I don’t get paid until Monday and the boy’s birthdays are this week, I’m sick, the only I’ve ever loved told me we should just be friends, I can’t find a way to sell my books, and so on. But all that hasn’t phased me at all. I keep trying to make myself upset and stress out but it’s not working. I guess it has something to do with me getting older. I am starting to see the other side of things. Rent’s not paid, but there’s not warrant fee, I’m sick but it’s not life threatening, my boy’s are still having a great birthday week and at least I will get paid, I can’t find a way to sell these books YET, and that guy is still in my life so it’s really not that big of a deal.
I find myself being more comfortable with me now. I’m not as shy anymore, my coworkers can vouch for that. I’m quicker to speak my mind, could be good or bad, I’m just…I don’t know how to explain. I’m a little scared because normally when everything falls into place something comes and knock everything around. But that will be nothing new. I’ve never been in a perfect place in my life so….anyways I think my emotional/mental status is going back to normal so I can stop the rambling. 🙂