the rush and turns
it seems to me that even though time doesn't fly by quickly these past weeks, it still seems to hurry ... maybe it is because of how packed with chores I am, maybe it's just an irrelevant impression. I do notw. every day I wake up with the motivation to change things up, and every night I go to bed with the feeling that something went wrong. hm. I am a too self-critical, I suppose. what's good about it still is that I seemingly still find a great deal of happiness in things and that I just keep on appreciating what is there.
I feel like that's good. tomorrow is going to make me smile.