Spill my thoughts
Haven't wrote in this thing forever. Feels strange as I sit here mindful of my fingers gliding across the keyboard striking down on each letter one by one to form words into sentences and eventually paragraphs. I feel lost, and now Frank Ocean pops in my head. Lost in the thrill of it all~. I'm pretty happy lately but I feel the familiar frustration/sadness of still not being the person I strive to become. This whole self-actualization thing by Maslow and Carl Rogers is some serious shit. I'm not even sure what I want to become anymore but I do know what baby steps I want to take. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to quench my penchant of self-growth. I always find some new hobby or new social skill I want to master. I have since taken up rock climbing and photography a bit more seriously. I found working out a real chore lately. Sure I was exercising but to meet what goal? I'd much rather ha...