You know that feeling when you know something is bad for you, and you do it anyway just to keep proving it is bad for you? Whether it be fiending for social media likes, smoking too much weed, eating gluten, not calling your friends back… I feel like that’s where I’m at.
I think I akin gratitude with complacency sometimes. While things in my life are growing or upgrading I feel a need to keep working until there is an even keel across the board, even with the knowledge that it’s unrealistic.
This is home on the inside and outside.
Every single moment feels like a ritual of love and dedication to myself – like I’m was looking out for my best interest. Like I’m not planning my life anymore but somehow had gotten to a place where my life is just flowing in a way that I know it should have been all along – that I know I was getting to all along.