I have myself ALL in my emotions these past few days, which is hardly a surprise... ever, but I mean in the weepy, sentimental, mood swingy, kinda way that I can't seem to wrap my arms around and tame. And that's actually alright with me, for once.
I had myself a good cry for a solid five minutes to Death Cab for Cutie, resolved to take self portraits, didn't take said self portraits, and was like, "Well, that was nice." And it was, truthfully.
One of the skills I'm proud to have gained is the ability to ride the waves, fall off the board with absolutely no grace, and promise myself that as much as it sucks, I'm gonna figure it out. That something is there to be discovered, and that I'm not going to get swept away in the undertow.
That doesn't make the feeling of drowning any less real, but it's something, right?