arknes Oh how time passes. I guess I've matured in the ways that matter and the ways that don't. I'm calmer about things, more mature; spending time away, moving to a different store, considering different career options and actually pursuing these options. That's the good thing; hell, I'm even working on passion projects again.
But reading my old journals has me upset - did it take me so long to be this mature? To disregard everything and abandon ego? I guess I'm being unspecific, but it seriously bothers me that I did the same thing for two years or more, the same obsessional thing I've always done and now I'm changed. But change is good - I'm genuinely at peace with myself, with how I'm going, if things change, and happy in the present.
But seriously, I need to do more. That's the one thing I need to do. More. Less work, more... living. I'm moving to the inner city, and I'm honestly excited. I keep on saying "this move" over and over
but it IS this move. i'm not in bumfuck suburbia with no bus.
i can get around, i can go LIVE
and i can do it independently or with the person i love. that shit counts
anyway, update gimme replies
peace feels good. not to jinx it though, i hope to keep my life this good. 2026 is gonna be my fucking year fr