The worst part about having answers is when you stop questioning things. Don’t get me started on what I hate about questioning things.
Hate is a strong word but I am a strong person. To read me you must first strengthen your core. This is where I train, where I am busy without keeping busy. Keep up.
I’ve spent the last 3 years fighting my own gravity. Out of a fear of myself? That would only be partially true. Truth is I’ve just been needing a break, and the only way I could get one is by anchoring myself against my own ambitions.
Which is not a crime - in fact, it was an act of passionate and everlasting love.
Weirdest part was how every time I tried to un-break myself, I couldn’t. Until now. Some might say I simply didn’t want to. Really, it was a bit of both and I sleep well knowing I understand that.
February was a deer and a bee.
If this were a blog post 3 years ago, I’d do everything but spare you the details. But today, I leave everything between the lines. My experiences are better felt than analyzed, anyway.
Or maybe I just can’t be bothered to think of something to say and it’s already March. I’m writing about February in March when I’d rather be writing about March.
That being said, I’m coming out as a business Pisces. And I’m going to be the sexiest one that ever lived.
Here’s to a life worth bragging about to all the other smartasses in suits.