A Saturday raining afternoon makes you want to open up more than you should.
I've been posting on facebook all day. And watching SUITS with a criminal trial for a cat made my day even better. I think Louis Litt is my hero. Not Harvey. Women fall for that kind of stuff. There is always a soft spot inside yearning to get out like a truth. On the other note, it's so much fun to see The Macallan, Glenfiddich and Johnnie Walker in the same movie, fighting for air time and the defining occasions. I never drank Macallan I got to admit. Time to make use of this transition time I guess. Drink all I missed. The other day I went back to my favorite Black 12 with my favorite people. 2 favorites in a sentence made it very special.
It's been a lovely period of time. I saw a unfinished blogpost about falling into the abyss and now looking at it I feel better. Maybe I am weak. Maybe I am not good enough. I am just who I am. And I chose not to mask it. I am finding my own way out. I am not you yet I am you. One would never understand that without the conflict in her soul.
People say the time being 30+ is wonderful. Better than your 20. Hahaha. In your 30s you don't act like you are innocent anymore. You are well aware of your intention. You made the decision and even if it's not right, you've got to own it up. And at the same time that made you have more freedom to be who you are and to love yourself. There is nothing as black and white as well as wrong or right. Being judgmental isn't what you think about others but what you think about yourself. In your 30s and up, you are living your life at your best intention. My 20s was full of mistakes and love. It's been nurturing me since then.
I've been posting on facebook all day. And watching SUITS with a criminal trial for a cat made my day even better. I think Louis Litt is my hero. Not Harvey. Women fall for that kind of stuff. There is always a soft spot inside yearning to get out like a truth. On the other note, it's so much fun to see The Macallan, Glenfiddich and Johnnie Walker in the same movie, fighting for air time and the defining occasions. I never drank Macallan I got to admit. Time to make use of this transition time I guess. Drink all I missed. The other day I went back to my favorite Black 12 with my favorite people. 2 favorites in a sentence made it very special.
It's been a lovely period of time. I saw a unfinished blogpost about falling into the abyss and now looking at it I feel better. Maybe I am weak. Maybe I am not good enough. I am just who I am. And I chose not to mask it. I am finding my own way out. I am not you yet I am you. One would never understand that without the conflict in her soul.
People say the time being 30+ is wonderful. Better than your 20. Hahaha. In your 30s you don't act like you are innocent anymore. You are well aware of your intention. You made the decision and even if it's not right, you've got to own it up. And at the same time that made you have more freedom to be who you are and to love yourself. There is nothing as black and white as well as wrong or right. Being judgmental isn't what you think about others but what you think about yourself. In your 30s and up, you are living your life at your best intention. My 20s was full of mistakes and love. It's been nurturing me since then.
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