Restless

I want to go somewhere. I want to go do something big and exciting and dramatic. But my life doesn’t allow such things anymore. I am consumed by minutiae. I am obsessed with ensuring that I am Safe. But how is that benefiting me really? Why am I doing this to myself? Ugh. It’s making me easily frustrated and so ridiculously bored.

5 thoughts on “Restless

  1. essaying

    Oh, I remember that feeling from my mommy days very well.

    Can you arrange some heavy bottoming? That usually pulls its fangs for me.

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  2. bldrnrpdx

    Ensuring that you are Safe is a good thing. It makes other things, like having adventures, more possible. Knowing you are Safe on your insides, and that your home is Safe to be at & to leave & to come back to, I would think an Adventure would be more appealing and more possible.

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  3. capnkjb

    I fall prey to a similar thing, which is why I’m trying to be ok with moving to Japan – it’s a crazy step, but it’s akin to things I’ve fantasized about doing but am generally too afraid to really stretch myself to do.

    So I dig, man.

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