Ahhh, 8pm, Tuesday 5th Feb, 2019.
The only time I feel that I've sat down at my leisure to write. Even though I really shouldn't be. Between work, uni and honestly sleeping and preparing dinner, I haven't found the opportunity to return to Blogger..
I'm here now anyway.
Life is where I had hoped. For once.
The busy lifestyle which is yes, very tiring, but also a great way to stay reminded; on track, to where I am headed.
The final destination.
Moving, yet again, in 4 days after being here just 4 weeks. The 4th move in 12 months. FUCK!
I can't see a doctor in this constant rush, never mind pack up my life and re locate. Not only the financial hardship it temporarily puts me under.
It's okay though, I know these are all stepping stones to becoming the best version of myself.
I am loving my course at university. Teaching me about relationships and how to communicate to others. It's like the psychologist appointment I had missed. Maybe no longer needed after all.
Bloggers, after a year of being severely underweight I am finally where I wish to stand. No longer skin and bone, no longer over weight. I love my skin. My laugh. The love I hold.
Instead of waking up with anxiety, I feel a constant cloak of warmth. The feeling I figure love feels like. Lord, I don't want to shed this skin, it fits well.
I am a living, breathing testimony that diamonds in the rough are still diamonds, and still hold the same value - if not more.
The only time I feel that I've sat down at my leisure to write. Even though I really shouldn't be. Between work, uni and honestly sleeping and preparing dinner, I haven't found the opportunity to return to Blogger..
I'm here now anyway.
Life is where I had hoped. For once.
The busy lifestyle which is yes, very tiring, but also a great way to stay reminded; on track, to where I am headed.
The final destination.
Moving, yet again, in 4 days after being here just 4 weeks. The 4th move in 12 months. FUCK!
I can't see a doctor in this constant rush, never mind pack up my life and re locate. Not only the financial hardship it temporarily puts me under.
It's okay though, I know these are all stepping stones to becoming the best version of myself.
I am loving my course at university. Teaching me about relationships and how to communicate to others. It's like the psychologist appointment I had missed. Maybe no longer needed after all.
Bloggers, after a year of being severely underweight I am finally where I wish to stand. No longer skin and bone, no longer over weight. I love my skin. My laugh. The love I hold.
Instead of waking up with anxiety, I feel a constant cloak of warmth. The feeling I figure love feels like. Lord, I don't want to shed this skin, it fits well.
I am a living, breathing testimony that diamonds in the rough are still diamonds, and still hold the same value - if not more.
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