2020 is going to be my year of letting go. I am going to let go of the things that no longer serve me. I am going to let go of toxic relationships. I am going to let go of things out of my control. I am going to let go of my need to control. I am going to let go. I am letting go.
I am feeling a bit lost. I am not sure what I meant to be doing. I am not sure what would bring me contentment.
Lost. Missing. Failed. Abandoned. Gone.
I joined a writing group and I also signed up for a poetry workshop. I am mildly terrified. I need to get some writing done.
It is the time of year where I get the itch to purge as much as I can. I envy the minimalist lifestyle even though I know I could never pull it off. I love collecting too much.
I am in a slight panic because I would really like to own a home in the spring. But trying to save up money for a down payment, and looking at everything I will have to move (again), has me feeling quite defeated.
