Butterflies
It might be that i had plane oatmeal with peanuts, a coffee and a sweet piece of cake for breakfast why i feel like i have butterflies in my stomich, but also its about time i get shaky and nervous.
Its been one tough journey, a lot of moments where i've overcome expectations of myself and really showed myself that i can push through those hardships. This whole space in time has kind of felt like a dream if i think about it, but it makes sense if you think about the "right now"s where i've just had to put my head down and go through something, ignoring everything around me and woken up on the other side.
When i was talking to my parents yesterday my dad kind of winked towards the question of "will i ever come back here" and in hindsight...you know, who knows? But my initial reaction -while i was laying in bed very tired feeling like i just fought a bear- was "this piece of rock can definetely stay here, solve its own problems in its own world and ill go back to my problematic piece of rock, back to my world". Tho i have picked up a lot of sTuff from this piece of rock, material or immaterial, i don't think i need any more...StUff.
When i'm back in Finland ill be at my best thus far and really know what i want. Really be lazer focused and REALLY know when and who i should ask for help or advice.
Knowing what you need for what you want and where and how you can get that is a superpower i'll be wearing as a big S on my shirt from now on.
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"The Villain" |
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