Honestly, i think about other stuff than running. I do. Kind of.
Like, if i wake up naked my day is sure to be a good one. Huh? Nakedness feels good. It also means i'm not scared of my house burning down or someone robbing me. It means i'm not the only adult in the house anymore. It means i have a lover beside me. Someone to hold me and help me.
I've been feeling fantastic lately. My life is pretty great and for the first time in a long time i don't find myself thinking "what else is there, is this it?" Instead, i'm thinking i could live happily in this little house, in these strong arms, in this chaos.
Nothing is perfect. Everything is rather messy actually. We fly by the seat of our pants. It's exhausting really, this life. But it's the kind of tired that has me flying out of bed in the morning, laughing my way through the rush.
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sounds good to me
I struggle with wanting everything to be perfect, wanting to be perfect myself and expecting perfection from others. I’m starting to see that I’m happier when I accept the fact that there’s no such thing as perfect and that’s OK. I have to work on/fight with this every day.