I have a tendency to be a bit buttoned up and high-strung if left to my own devices. I haven't always been this way, but it has been a developing character trait since this moment. I can get going on life, only to realize that I haven't really felt in months.
The human condition (you know...life) can be lonely and dull sometimes, but it wasn't created to be this way. Passion, intimacy, feeling. These are all primary experiences of the human life. This week, I seek to shed my chilly and steady and "good head on my shoulders" self--you know the one that pleases parents and makes life easier for people.
I seek to live the life that I desire, and that is one that is full to the brim with everything life has to offer. I want to be one who notices, one who takes in, one who cries, celebrates beauty, picks a fight that's worth it. I want to teem with excitement and joy and moments that are so good they hurt. I want to cry with those who cry and laugh with those who laugh. I don't want to push feeling away because it just feels like...too much. When did I become afraid to be. too. much.?