Who is in control?
I am.
Remember that:
I am.
Breathe.
Shit happens. We lose years of our lives to bad relationships, bad choices, not taking responsibility, making excuses, saying ‘I can’t' while another person says 'I CAN'. Becoming lost in our hesitation and self-doubt and missing amazing opportunities.
I drink occasionally and I have never smoked or used any other drugs. It has never appealed to me. The idea of losing control of my actions and my reasoning skills scares me. I'm confident enough to admit that.
I was raised in a pretty liberal household, both of my parents experimented with drugs when they were younger. No biases there, or anything.
Your life circumstance or decisions make you different... we should embrace it... soon, you will see that people will gravitate to you because you just don't give a damn what they think. If I am a ‘prude’ because of my decisions, I embrace it fully.
It is so important to let go of someone else's idea of who you should be and embrace your own. So, you live at your parents' house, you're spending the day listening to music, creating art, you're struggling to keep a job, you're not making enough money pursuing your passions, you're sitting on a patio all day long... embrace it and be kind to yourself. Find peace of mind in knowing that at least you're not hurting any one.
As long as you know where you’re coming from, as long as you know what you want.
As long as you listen to your instincts and not delude yourself, as long as you check in and know what your true intention is, even if it’s as simple as: to make a friend, to fuck, to learn something, to be quiet, to be brave, to protect yourself, to be alone, to have fun, to dance, to see another side of life/ of the story…then you are not operating from an unconscious place. You’re not letting fear or insecurity guide you.
As long as you are awake, present and aware of your motivation, the consequences, and you are not intentionally hurting anyone, it's all good.
Nobody’s perfect.
"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions." — Augusten Burroughs