Inevitably at some point(s) in your life, the shit will hit the fan.
Without sounding to hippie-y or devoted-disciple-of-The-Secret-y, I think that we grow as individuals, and whatever happened, it will help to define who we are – well, who I am. I’ve been on my own for little over a month. And do I love the freedom? YES. But intimacy can sure be a bitch.
It feels wonderful and frightening at the same time – to be so free. I am the protagonist in my own life. But what do I wanna do? And where do I wanna work? Live? I’m bubbling with open questions – and bubbling because it is quite fun. Most of the time (as Dylan sings). I feel kinda like Liz in Eat, Pray, Love (read it if you haven’t!) who travels to Italy, India and Indonesia looking for E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.
ah! it felt a bit scary to write something that personal