Simply put, life happened. People weaved in and out of my life while responsibilities settled for the long haul. Letting other people's lives affect me greatly, I've lost some grounding of what truly makes me happy and propels me forward.
I don't remember the last time I danced to my music or biked to some place I've never seen or watched a foreign film. The past few months, my boyfriend's apartment has been my cave. Considerably lost was my place, my sense of home. It would be easy to say that it is my address, the place I have keys to. But in my heart, home is something else that felt attainable before things changed.
Tonight I got a wake-up call. I need to loosen up, get my stuff done, and live my life to the fullest. I lost that sense of purpose that lingered and dwindled through time. It's only my fault, nobody else. I don't know where it will take me. But I'll figure it out.
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