it’s gotten to that point.
logged out of facebook. gametime.
shit’s getting too fucking real and i’m not interested in leaving where i am right now.
i’m a day late and at a loss for words that would accurately convey how much i have to be thankful for. i’m at this point in my life where i feel like to some extent everything is culminating into these few months. i’m rapidly closing a chapter and trying to find a final paragraph that ties loose ends while creating new ones. i’m in a constant state of mild anxiety and worry. they say my future is bright. i’m still waiting for the light to clear the horizon so i can breathe again. i digress.
things i’m thankful for, aside from the normal “friends, family, health, education, shelter…state of safety” :
an evening of baking and reading. yes. oatmeal peanut butter chocolate bars and oatmeal cookies. pictures soon.
dat thinking cup hazelnut latte doe.
best i ever had.