A Word of Advice

Just kidding, I don’t give advice. I give opinions.

It’s hard to believe I’ve been in Maine since May 14. I miss PDX a lot and while I do love being here at the beach, I can’t help but feel transient. I’m staying at my folks’ compound (separate apartment, thankfully) and I’m honestly not sure what my next step is going to be. 

I’m tired. Like exhausted. And this week has my jaw throbbing with heat from anxiety and stress.

How can one possibly be stressed by living so close to the beach?

It doesn’t matter where you are, if you are upset, if you are emotional, if you are dealing with shit, it will follow you. I could go to Bali and still feel stressed. It’s the inner makeup and life circumstances I’m dealing with as of right now.

That’s not to say everything has gone to shit. It hasn’t. Life is presenting new opportunities to me and it’s my job to follow and trust in what is unfolding. Even if I do kick and scream at new beginnings sometimes. 

So in the interim of figuring everything out, I have to remember to be kind to myself. To love myself. To take naps. To take my time getting back to people. To lower the stakes. To take the pressure off.

And to remember, I do not have to have all the answers now. 

They will come when they are ready and I will be able to receive them when I am ready for them.

But until then, I got to chill the fuck out! 

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