I’m no fool

Tomorrow is my last day to work at Hasting’s. It’s bittersweet. I know I’ll miss the simple work. Coffee, Books, Music, Movies…all under one roof. Each department felt like a different place. It was probably the least amount of stress you could ever expect out of a job. It was pretty frustrating sometimes, though, when people took things too seriously, or got stressed out for silly reasons. At least where I’m going, if someone is serious or stressed,  they will have a good reason to be.

I feel very at ease surrounded by books and music…an endless source of new ideas.

If you can expose yourself to something new every single day, then it is a day that has not gone to waste.

I feel most at home surrounded by nature, fresh air, rivers, campfires, the shade of the forest. 

It’s very liberating to be completely cut off from civilization.

Spiritual, even.

I feel my mind wandering to painful places tonight.

I’m resisting the urge to write about them here.

I have so much to be thankful for. So many reasons to be happy.

I tell myself that it shouldn’t hurt anymore, but it does. I cannot rationalize the emotions away.

I’m sorry for being vague. I’m just not quite ready to admit to my feelings.

I cant decide this time… Will my honesty feel like defeat, or will it be liberating? 

This indecision is new to me.