I'm kind of tired. Exhausted, if I may.
I am starting to feel the fine line between living life to the fullest and not living at all because that is right where I am. I feel everything - every emotion that comes with every situation.
It's all fleeting, fleeting, fleeting.
And then, nothing, nothing, nothing.
This morning, I woke up scared for an exam I was totally unprepared for. It stressed me out a lot.
This afternoon, I was happy. Really, truly happy to have been able to share my story and inspire people through my art.
After that, I was uncomfortable, to have had a little piece of my confident, business-owner self exposed to another world, one that has not seen the side of me that is comfortable with being great.
A little later, I was upset. For no particular reason. I just was.
This evening, as I recall this rollercoaster of a day, try to arrange my plans this week and endeavor to stay on top of all my commitments and deadlines and duties and responsibilities and tasks and projects and dreams and everything I have voluntarily gotten myself into - I feel nothing again. This is the good kind of nothing though. The nothing that's about to be a whole lot of something's. The stop before the go. The calm before my night's storm. The pause.
It's a lovely Monday evening. I am currently sitting back with a cup of coffee, staring at my life and all its aspects and I am thinking to myself: where the hell do I begin?
