Also the ‘new normal’: however, this one I’m finding a little harder to embrace.
While being all social and shit is awesome and I absolutely loved hanging out with my girls with zero anxiety and zero ‘fuck this shit …’ …. I am now paying the price for that. I’ve shat out my insides about half a dozen times, my stomach is nauseous as fuck, my feng shui is spinning faster than my fan and I am flat on my back staring at the ceiling and trying to be all positive and mindful and shit about how it’s pristine and white …
“but the seams of the roofing aren’t in alignment with the light fixture … and who the fuck would do that … I bet it was a man that designed that shit … I’d definitely do minimalism a whole lot better … I wonder if I should study design instead of fucking Criminology … fuck it all … ”
Yeah, so thats Me.
Not exactly the ‘mindful’ I was after, but that is also the ‘new normal’ for Me.
I guess this ‘finding myself’ aka unfucking myself – and finding my new groove is going to be a little messy.
I’ll tell you tomorrow.