i don’t really have much to say. right now, i’m just comfortable. and knowing this is good – it’s not something i care to strive toward.
the last five years of my life have been whimsical. and i’ve loved each moment for that reason. i loved how life felt out of control: unpredictable, spontaneous, without direction or short term goals.
this was something i wanted to find, this was a place i thought i wanted to be. but, now i’m just uncomfortable being comfortable. or so it seems.
maybe i should just pack my bags again, run away and live in my dreams. be the truest form of myself, organic, natural, free.
i’m comfortable but i’m stagnant. i need a shake up. i need some excitement. i need a change of pace.