Moving is hard.
It’s more annoying really.
Slapping everything tight into as few boxes or suitcases just to do the same thing in a few days when you realize the rule and regulations AKA fees are different than when the last time you moved so you have to take out that weed scale and make sure you don’t take one oz. more than you are supposed to or the fella or dame typing at the computer will pretend to do their job and over dramatize that extra pound.
Now that it’s over with. I paid the fees. I got a job really fast. I’m making money. I have a person who doesn’t mind the snoring and who is patient, pretty and likes me on purpose.
Once everything seems to line up correctly and nothing significantly negative has happened. You’ll Think…Damn. when is the anxiety gonna calm down?
My brain is never satisfied.
Comedy, writing books, working a job, standing on my own two feet. But still it’s not enough.
Funny even now as I write this I struggled to think of my accomplishments and I know I have plenty but my brain just doesn’t want to release the information. Why is it holding me, no, US back. It’s acting as if it some sort of failsafe to keep me from being to Egotistic.