So I saw this today and felt like it was speaking right at me. I'm being held down by all that feels familiar. I'm being held down by the craving for comforts of the past.
There's no better way to describe what's happening to me today. Logically, there's nothing wrong with the direction I'm headed in. It'll be A-OK, probably better than I deserve. I have a lot more than others in my position do, and most importantly, the one thing that matters most is at my side (as much as it's possible).
Does it really matter that home, and a lot else that makes me feel warm and snuggly is far away? Does it matter that I'm a different person than I used to be, less dramatic, less comical, less excited-- maybe this is just me as an adult. Or well, maybe it's me trying, for once.
Does it really matter that it takes me exponentially more effort to put into words and pen down my thoughts as it did before? When I've sacrificed my hair, youth and vitality for my career, what is my knack for writing?
It's everything, that's what it is.
