Happiness and positivity, positive steps and language, outlook, and all as a weapon against any negativity. Even your own. At this desk, with the anxiety wrapping itself around me, creeping, at the prospect of what I’m going to do for the remainder of my life. WHAT.. then it hits me. STOP LOOKING.
Hate when I capitalize or when anyone does, but it’s needed here. That’s how it’s sounding in my head. Positivity and happiness, as a philosophy and belief beacon. Here I am… I know what’s headed my way.
How I got here – leaving the prop tech company’s SF office and that fucking commute, now at an MSP. Is it my destiny? Hard to say, or not. Either way, I’m writing. Right here.
No matter what these nay-saying dopes say or how their interpretations of things or whatever else form.
Oh my god, when I think of some of the things I’ve read, received, seen in the past 2+ years…. No words. And words for the origin are not deserved. Move on, someone told me recently. Don’t allow the dance. ‘Noted.’