As my 34th birthday approaches I’ve been thinking about how stagnant I’ve been feeling. That is…until last week.
I’ve been going out alone a lot. I’ve been meeting new people. I’ve been cementing old relationships. I’ve been trying really hard to figure “it” out.
“It” can’t be figured out. (Just ask Stephen King…am I right?) So I stopped thinking so dratting much and started doing. Just doing and doing and doing.
It looks good on me y’all.
I’m going to stop thinking so much about good-griefing EVERYTHING for awhile and see how that crapola goes.