about how my life has lost direction. i used to be so sure of what i wanted and how to get it. lately, i’m questioning both. don’t get me wrong, i’m not complaining. i’m actually pretty happy for the most part. i have an incredible family, a pretty decent social life, and a good group of friends who constantly remind me of what it means to be happy. but lately, i’ve been feeling like something’s missing. not so much kids or a relationship. although, i may not have this “feeling” if one or both of those existed in my life. it feels like something deeper. and it bugs me out cause i can’t quite put my finger on it. moments of exhilaration turn into pockets of sadness and reflection. “enjoying the moment” was never an issue for me but now it seems like i’m constantly looking for the next high before soaking in what’s right in front of me. if that makes any sense. i don’t know. it’s a gloomy, rainy Friday in New York and i’m feeling a certain way.
Happy Friday!
