was a stereotypical expression that I somehow never used.
perhaps stubbornly… but I accepted whatever phases I was in, knowing damn well how my loves and hates could turn and twist around to form new cores.

more of a “Ok Mum, don’t worry - I don’t know why this is but I can either grow out of it or not - we’ll see”. There should be a new AI that would read whole blogs and find tendencies - on religious/spiritual beliefs, political inclinations, etc. I’d love to have an unbiased view of my writing since it comes from the deepest place I still haven’t touched… maybe it would deem me “resented Buddhist” or “political chaos” or “socially un/aware”. Ambiguous results are results too, you know?

and I’ve been reading on “enjoying ambiguity” and it is exceptionally surprising to learn how positive of a concept it can be! It’s the open world, the choice that’s still ahead, it’s the path, not the destination, it’s the creativity, not the answer.

i’ll share some important points I find interesting here (HEY HELEN DON’T FORGET ABOUT THIS OK? WARNING TO MYSELF)

took a few steps back and jumped another few forward - feels good.

sabbatical month. Or more. Who knows? Not me. And there’s so much beauty in that… to feel, to have, to embrace, to relax.

my mind is clearer as I’ve high-kicked and punched (too many) problems that were surrounding me - barely linked to me but ones no one would care for… I’m going for self-indulgence with a smile on my face, on my heart, and on the emoji keyboards.

and I will dance away.