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a 26 year teenage existential dilemma…
a 26 year teenage existential dilemma…
Jul 15th
For the first time in my memory, I don’t feel bad about feeling, anything at all, happy, sad, excitement, fear, nervousness, and on and on.
I feel like me.
And I like being able to be open and honest about how I feel, with myself if I’m shy, or with friends and family if I want/need their support, advice, etc.
Mostly though, I find I feel excited. Excited by being happy, excited to just be me, and excited to move forward.
Jul 7th
I feel guilty for not blogging the past few days.
I also feel kind of strange that my pattern seems to be continuing, so far, of being totally right about people having the wrong frame of reference for me, but also, about being very wrong in all my predictions of how those people will react once they have the right frame of reference.
So now I’m starting to feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, again.
I just want to be able to move on with my life, I want to continue to feel good about myself everyday, and I want the people I care about to know that I feel good about myself, and that maybe, my life will actually turn out ok now
I also want a camera again, and I’m sure anyone who reads my blog is tired of me posting that, since realistically, nobody is going to spend $2k on camera and lens, just because I put it on an internet “wishlist.”
Still though, I really miss photography, I don’t think I ever realized just how much I enjoyed it, until I sold my camera.
Jun 29th
So I’ve been blogging a lot lately (as if people can’t tell merely from reading) and its made me realize that while I’m intentionally vague and obscure online, that I need a place to be open and honest, and for me, thats turned out to be writing in a physical journal, by hand again.
And while this will only really mean anything to maybe two people, I bought a cheap(ish) fountain pen, and new journal as a kind of blank slate/new beginning and also to be a reminder for myself to actually write, be open and honest with myself, and keep moving forward, and its working already.
Anyway, in my search for this blank slate, I’ve been finding all sorts of pens, inks, and journals that seem to have sparked a new interest in me, and I’ve added a couple items to my wishlist, but really want a few “Canteo” A5 sized ruled notebooks, but alas, they’ve yet to find a U.S. distributer, and the only North American supplier I can find is Nota-Bene in Canada, and with international shipping an A5 sized ruled Canteo ends up costing almost $40 usd, and is thus out of my price-range.
Shameless plea over =)
Jun 27th
So, I’m sure most people know that emotions can feed on each other; its easy to get depressed about being depressed, or become anxious about being anxious (for anyone familiar with me and my past blogs, yes, I’m lame, and totally quoting Zefrank again.) Anyway, this weekend was kind of like that, one day of emotional exhaustion became an entire weekend of emotional exhaustion, and that’s been a really good thing it turns out.
Of course, I’m smug, so I have to point out that I’m now two for two on being right that people view me with the wrong frame of reference, and sadly infer some really bad (and altogether wrong and untrue) conclusions because of it.
In a lot of ways, I’m excited, and its a refreshing feeling since its something I’ve not felt in a long time, and of course I’m also relieved to finally have some catharsis, though I’m still scared, and in some ways still lost (job/career advice anyone?), at least I know that I’m making the right decisions for me at a very deep level, if only I could deal with my everyday issues now.