Things did not fall into obscurity as I’d thought they would. Other things remain a bit ambiguous, in my personal life. I tell myself over and over today: Stop stressing shit so much.

In the end nothing really is in my control. Well, that’s not entirely true, but some things are in my control, while a large chunk isn’t.

I don’t know what the future holds for me, but in the end, I’m OK with the journey so far. I don’t know what it means to believe in any kind of future plan. The future was a lot more concrete back when I was doing things for other people. Now that it’s for myself, it’s a lot less structured and honestly somewhat disorganized and much like my inner-workings.

There are too many options, and most of them are not bad.