I’ve had a frustrating day.
My sleep was mean, my schedule wrecked, technology demons ran rampant, received news from a relationship which saddened me, and I got pissed at a friend whom I deeply love.
I saw my shadow in every one of these things.
I spoke it, felt it, sat with it, and pondered the lessons existing in these experiences for my life, and how they shape who I am.
As of now I have no fucking solutions.
I’m still frustrated, still in my fear, insecurity, sadness, anger, and yet also feel joy.
I am sober.
I am alive.
It’s scary to be alive.
It hurts to be alive.
It is beautiful to be alive.