spent the last five or so years in a maze of ennui and self-pity, but i have in the last 18 months slowly been clawing my way towards something resembling the life i want to be living.
i can see the end of the tunnel now, but strangely that amplifies my impatience. when things seemed more hopeless it was perversely sort of freeing - i didnāt know where i should be going, so i wasnāt in a rush. now that i have the full map in my hands i have nothing left to do but drive towards the end. thatās exactly what i wanted, in a sense, but now i have the burden of actually executing on the promises i made to myself - turns out thatās harder than making the promises in the first place! who knew