Put me in the sky...

The big goodbye...

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I have I feeling, more than ever actually, that this coming year is going to be about letting go. Letting go of the notions I have about my life, how it should have happened, what still has to happen, and what I have to avoid at all costs. As it turns out, life is not coming at me, but from me, and being afraid is a tenant I need to release from my grasp. I need to let go of my pride. Of the pain that haunted me in recent months. Of the resentment I felt towards the universe for having the audacity to help me grow. This year will be about saying goodbye to the life I wanted for myself, and walking forward, even if step by step, towards something wonderful.

I tried to hide, but something broke...

I'm still alive and tomorrow has infinite potential. I'm still under the impression that somehow my luck is suddenly going to change, even though I don't have any indication of it. And more so, does it even need to change? Or have I in fact already been living the luckiest possible outcomes of my fate? If I can change the world, the world will change. Potential. In the past I dreaded that word. Almost resented it. Now I repeat it as I go to sleep. So much hope, so many dreams, and so much potential. I can't wait to see how it all turns out.