Used to be that guy who loves security, that person with plans and blueprints for success. But since that dreadful day, Scott & I decided to go our separate ways. I found myself less troubled and even uncaring. Not of people, but of events that occur in my fag fabulous life. I don’t over analyze things, I relish each and every windfall and toss my misfortunes away. I’m less agitated, much relaxed and happier than I was before.
Lately, I’m more accepting of failures and less hard on myself. I even developed these eerie habits of thrusting myself into each new interests, with a blind fervor and dogged determination. No plans, strategies or research. Just jump into the unknown and experience living on the edge. Learn as we go, that’s my new mantra. But seriously, it’s a bit scary — but I really like it!