It’s been a pervasive theme in my life of not really experiencing things that are mine.
I can’t sugarcoat it, there have been many invasive people persistently questioning and shitting over things I’ve done and want to do.
Nothing, ever, and I mean ever, good enough. Let’s kill this with some questions now, shall we. ‘We’ have to be involved, can’t possibly be left out.
Also can’t lie, moving back to where I grew up was out of genuine desire to return to a living situation that I love but also a massive fleeing from London, from chaotic city life, from the colossal claustrophobia of it all, so many people, so much noise, so much surveillance.
I’ve always wanted something of my own and I remember even when I was growing up, just how hard it seemed to be to get that.
No privacy.
Objections everywhere.
Constant dissatisfaction from those around me with things people would kill to have.
I get overwhelmed.
I get annoyed.
Want to scream sometimes.
But I am proud of myself for the results I am getting now. It’s the beginning of crafting the life that I want and it feels brilliant.
Keep going!