I'd be surprised if anyone still reads this seeing, as I, being the creator/author do not even read it anymore. I guess my own life got too boring for me. Or maybe I got too boring for my life. Either way it still goes on. Life, that is. And maybe this blog is not lost after all. I don't think I am. Completely. But I don't think being 'found' is what it's all about. I'm trying to not let the future loom ahead of me like some big fat ugly unknown. I heard the phrase 'start being responsible for your own happiness' yesterday somewhere, and as fuck all cliche as it sounds, it really was what I needed to hear at that moment. Maybe, maybe, maybe. God I write that a lot. It's been too many dreams and not enough sleep lately, but I'll find my happy prophecy one day.
Maybe.
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Finding oneself. Being found. I'm not sure that's actually possible. I've given up on finding folks, and instead am trying to enjoy the never-ending process of finding out about folks. Myself truly included.
Yay. I'm still smiling. Lovely to see you again.
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