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I try to write here with the idea that no one is reading it. :-/ Oh the layers of self condemnation.
I had a nice weekend.
It was full of drinking, nice conversations with boys, sunny walks with my family, new real life friends made from social media friending. I just might have a decent 8 months here after all.
Hard to believe that I’ve been home for a month now. Hard to believe the last 4 weeks have been the dullest of my life. But it’s all about perspective isnt it?
Great moments, connections, conversations all happen because our willingness to engage in what is going on around us.
Conversations with Treacy. Who we are, where we are going. Dreamers. How we see ourselves, how we loves ourselves. Being light in the darkness.
Perspective. My grumpiness for being here. I am missing out on my own joie de vivre because of my attitude. Given – Sacramento isnt epic like Paris. But what do I love most about life? People. How can I connect wherever I am? Have the same veracity for life that I did while abroad. Be kind, be genuine, be fearless. Say yes, not no.
No settling. It’s not allowed. Grumpiness is a moment, allowed, but a visitor. No welcome mat here.
