especially when it comes to retail therapy.
There I stood with a bunch of items in hand. I am in Zara, waiting in line, and I’m just people-watching, taking note of everyone’s individual style and taste. It’s fascinating how many factors contribute to what makes us unique as individuals.
It feels nice to get out and do some retail therapy. There’s something about having something new to use or wear that keeps life meaningful in a sense.
I successfully purchased some new earrings, new rings, a couple of outfits, and a new pair of heels. So far, so good. Life will only get better in time.
I can’t believe how fast today went by, and my day tomorrow is already filling up.
There’s something about making a call to someone. If the person on the other line feels like your phone calls give them anxiety, stress them out, or are simply unwanted and / or disruptive, then maybe the calls need to stop.
I’ve never really been a phone call or text person unless I’m very interested in someone and that energy is reciprocated. It’s rare, and as social as I can be, my social battery has limits. I think I’m just going to fall back now. I like the peace that comes with my solitude. Before I found anyone to confide in, I was absolutely okay with navigating through life without any support. I made mistakes along the way and will continue to make mistakes, and I’m okay with that.
I don’t understand why things have to be so complicated or why people have to pass judgment so much and so often. I don’t even understand why I tolerated it for so long. My tolerance for this kind of energy is finally going to make a full stop. I can not afford for people to continue passing their judgments on me when they have no idea about the struggles I’m dealing with in my life at any given time.
At any given time, I’m making decisions that I feel are the best option, considering whatever is going on in my life. They may not be perfect decisions, but sometimes I have to make decisions to get results or handle certain things.
I’m focused on my life more than anything right now, doing what I need to do. In doing so, I’m finally realizing that I need to act accordingly and respect myself.
So it begins.
Dear Diary, 