💬 thoughtlets

Life feels so complicated now. Like with every day that passes somehow I manage to pull tighter some invisible thread that binds all of my days and decisions together. 

Reading my words from when I was 25 I realize it's all relative. I'm sure even then I thought my life was full and complicated. But miss the certainty, the naivety held in those sentences.  Like I could just write what was happening in my world and hit post and there was nothing else to it. 

It doesn't feel easy to do that anymore. Sure some of it's all of the demands on my time, but more, it's having the space to think to even know what or how I'm feeling before I can share it with anyone else.

I just did a TED talk. Me. I've wanted to do that for so long and then I've been working on it so hard and now? I'm back and hurled back into the everyday but I need time to reflect. That's really what the writing always did for me.

I find myself looking for space more and more. 

Space to breathe, space to think, space to be. 

But what comes out for that space to come in?