just popped in my head

With a deep pang of discomfort I realized that in my adult world with all the stupid struggling and anxiety and self doubt, the source of my courage to live, to change, to persist is at the center of my "inner child". Where all that fairy princess hope still exists. Doesn't that seem to be a bit of a conflict? Doesn't that mean I should be reconsidering the part of my life considered adult?

Scared Rabbit

I love how I ran into my ex on Friday night, and he ran away so scared. If I had to put his expression into words it would have said this: "I am such a douchebag. She is so hot. And so awesome. I acted generally like a jerk when we were together. Man was I an idiot. I'm now going to run the F away."

Ok, that might be an exaggeration. But he WAS gape mouthed and dopey shocked. And he DID run away.

Thankfully, I had had the presence of mind to wear an awesome outfit that evening.

Overall a satisfying experience.