Alive? Dead? Or barely breathing?
Sigh, so I feel like I find myself between a rock and a hard place. I am just not really sure if I am living. I have a secure job, two cars (north shore cars, ha!), a surf board, people that love me, a bike, a cat, a house, yet I don’t think I am really happy. I miss living out of suitcases. I miss the weirdness of Thai life. I think the trip to Thailand was the best thing I have ever done for myself. I am trying to stay light hearted, but I can’t decipher if I am being positive or being naive.
There is something inside of me, begging to come out. A light that is being hidden…
One of these days, I need to listen to my inner self…
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