I’m a mess. I am aware that I am a mess. I’m sure many of you are aware that I’m a fucking disaster. I like to think I’m a beautiful disaster, but that’s just wishful thinking.
I am running like crazy, but not in the way I should be running. You know of? Physically running for health? Yeah. It’s been a while. I was dead set on getting started back up on Wednesday, and SURPRISE!!! It was ACTUALLY tattoo day. So, gotta wait a few days before I can start running again.
I’ve been questioning what I’m doing with my life. I have this deep yearning for something more, but idk what it is. Money? Love? Fun? Travel? Exercise? Friendships?
Is the yearning real, or is it subliminally placed by social media, kind of like the grass is always greener? Look what you COULD have! Because on social media, everyone is always about 50% better than they actually are in real life.
There absolutely IS an emptiness I feel. This feeling that something is missing. A hole somewhere in my soul.
I don’t feel lonely, by any means. I have my daughter and animals. I never even pee alone!
But something is most definitely missing.
Although I’d love to find out what my missing piece is, I’m enjoying the journey and trust that the universe will place the missing piece into my life, right when it’s meant to be there, and absolutely not a second sooner.
So, I’m writing to remind everyone to trust in the universe, the gods, the world. What’s meant to be, will be. Always.
Happiest of Thursdays.