Moving forward is inevitable and unavoidable. Moving forward in the right direction isn’t always effortless or easy. My success in moving forward isn’t measured by things I’ve accumulated or anything I possess. It’s more an evolution of my personal emotional and mental accomplishments.
I’ve struggled with accepting being alone. Or maybe it’s more about the separation I feel when I go from a houseful of people to me and my cats. Everyone talks about this peace you have loving yourself and that’s not an issue for me. It’s more about feeling loved and wanted. Maybe even needed. Yes, I love myself. I spend most of my time alone. I like having people around. I also love my peace and quiet. I just feel anxious all the time. Like I’m waiting for something to happen. Like there has got to be more than this? Is there?
There are plenty of things I still want to do that I feel will fulfill my soul but do we aim for all of them even if they seem crazy and out of our reach? Or is my success measured by the acceptance that I won’t have them? IDK?!
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