Non-sense...
These past few weeks I have been very apprehensive to write for fear that I would jinx everything. Because it has seemed to me that anytime I talk about anything in my life, whether it's on Vox or to a friend...the universe comes along and ruins things. Most likely what happened is that by talking about things meant I physically acknowledged the good things and made myself aware...and I in turn ruined the good things in my life.
For the first time in a very long time, I feel good about life. To have a job that I am so excited to be doing.
On the other end of the spectrum my heart aches. I keep pushing the feelings down. And trying to go about as though the feelings aren't there.
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Hopefully everything else will work itself out soon enough.
As for the heartache... ::hugs:: These things take some time, but they eventually do fade.