336/365
Control. Please.
229/365
Control is such a compounded state. I envy those who have a grip on their emotions, on their actions. On them. I would never think myself reckless. In fact, I am a quiet study of calculated movement. However. Isn’t their always a however with me? I struggle endlessly with what I think. I torment myself…
196/365
What I love most is being able to express one of my ridiculous feelings— and lemme tell you— they get laughably ridiculous and not only am I not judged, but I am given empathy. And after that empathy is given, we laugh. We laugh at my giant emotions. We laugh in all of their faces.…
180/365
Learning not to allow this anxious drum line that overwhelms my heart, rule my spirit.
177.5/365
But! A good thing? I am learning control.
