Sometimes, I wonder if the universe decides what happens to us. When we understand something, does it get suddenly easier? And if we don’t, is it desperately trying to teach us?
I’ve been spending the last week, searching for who I am. And I know the following so far:
- I’m almost a quarter of a century and do not act nor look like it.
- I don’t think of consequences.
- I am very impulsive, in a good way.
- The men in my life have always pushed me a certain way -either to travel, or to move and strive for what I am good at. So, thank you.
- I like to paint.
- I love to cook.
- I dislike gardening. I really tried to like it but it’s more of a burden than a hobby. Let’s get real.
- I spend most of my free time at Chapters or Michaels the Craft Store. I could spend hours in either.
- I like to bike to random places and somewhat get lost. I love to be in a place that is foreign to me because it makes me figure things out.
- When I am determined, I do not hesitate.
- I love to fantasize and create scenarios in my head.
- I shy away from emotion. Of. Any. Kind. My old job turned me into a robot. Screw la cloche.
- I hate feeling like I need to run after something/someone in order to be happy.
- I miss my friends. (Particularly this week).
- I miss myself when I was more naïve. I seemed to enjoy myself more when I wasn’t aware of much. I was so oblivious- it was like being on a natural high. Now, I seem to analyze things more and just get lost in my thoughts = con fu zion.
- I really need to plant this tomato plant next to me, it’s been in a plain yogurt container for 2 weeks!
- I need to stop asking myself why. WHY?? WHY??? Pourquoi? Tabernak.
- I’m single, like a kraft cheese slice. WHERE THE HELL IS MY TOAST?
I’m getting better everyday at this soul-searching thing. Really. I promise.
