Why is change so scary?
I'm like genuinely so excited for all the ways my life has been changing recently and the ways i can see it continue to change. I'm so excited and so so happy, but fuck I'm terrified.
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know where I'm going.
I feel like I'm going through a life crisis. again. I'm 28 and it feels like I've had 100 already. I should be used to it I think.
I can't help but cry at seeing all the things I'm consciously choosing to say goodbye to. The people, the places, the versions of myself that no longer exist.
I wish I had a way to be more graceful while saying goodbye but I don't. I don't know how to move forward without this bittersweet taste in my mouth.
I'm not necessarily looking for a solution either, I do believe this grief will help me in the future to hold all these memories in a good warm place instead of a dusty basement I'm scared to look into.
But it's so scary.
I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know where I'm going.
I feel like I'm going through a life crisis. again. I'm 28 and it feels like I've had 100 already. I should be used to it I think.
I can't help but cry at seeing all the things I'm consciously choosing to say goodbye to. The people, the places, the versions of myself that no longer exist.
I wish I had a way to be more graceful while saying goodbye but I don't. I don't know how to move forward without this bittersweet taste in my mouth.
I'm not necessarily looking for a solution either, I do believe this grief will help me in the future to hold all these memories in a good warm place instead of a dusty basement I'm scared to look into.
But it's so scary.
