Time is moving too fast and too slow at the same time. Days fly by with the breeze but the plans Ive made for my life seem so far away. Im not saying I want everything now, but I am expressing a concern for my seeming lack of progress. I guess I compare myself to the supposed social "norms" and I base my life on those. I am about to be divorced, Im doing online school and working part time which makes my life in general feel sub par. What can I say Ive really
accomplished? Lived in different parts of the world? Got an AA? I feel pathetic.
But I would like to assume that I am not the only one that feels this way. That others share that sense of failure although you are only at the beggining. This comforts and saddens me. Misery loves company but that really sucks that a lot of us struggle to have our shit together.
In order to stay away from those thoughts and the negative feelings I associate with them, I just try to focus on what makes me happy.
A cool ocean breeze.
Gummy bears and gummy bear songs.
My boyfriend. ;)
Getting high, listening to music, and blogging.
What is life anyway?
I say its happiness.
