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all gas, no brakes!

i’ve been guilty of putting the pedal to the metal a little more often than i should.

for someone who despises running, i often find myself charging forward and barreling into situations – the irony isn’t lost on me.

my boots have lead bottoms. and slowing down isn’t nearly as exciting as diving in.
head first.

one of my besties recently told me i was unpredictable. and i was shocked, but the truth is: i sorta am.

change is exciting. and life is full of possibilities.

it may not be wise mind, but it’s 100% me. and i’m realizing that’s a lot more fun.

and fun makes me happy.

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building forts, faith, and treehouses.

in the past i’ve gone out a limb assuming that i wouldn’t be alone out there, only to find i’m dangling on the edge of a branch. all. by. myself.

…which has sucked.

but the truth is: i would never. ever. take that treacherous branch crawl back. i grew up climbing trees. the ground is boring. and tomorrow isn’t promised.

so, i’m keeping my hopes up. staying optimistic. and hoping that maybe this time will be different…

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it’s raining, it’s pouring.

i can’t sleep.

as i lie in bed & listen to the sky dump water, i can’t help but think of the boy that used to sleep next to me. he loved to fall asleep to the sound of the rain. how ironical that it’s now the reason i’m unable to sleep…

as i type that i realize it isn’t entirely true. i had trouble falling asleep earlier. and the sky hadn’t started crying yet.

i was thinking about a boy then too…as i often do. not one from my past this time, i don’t make a habit of visiting there. one from my present. and hopefully my future. i feel anxious typing that. like i’m jinxing something.

i shared that sentiment with my bestie today. i told her i’m happy for what i have today & am not brave enough to wish for more.

her reply was ‘you don’t have to be brave to wish for something.’

so, i’m wishing…that he’ll be the next one i listen to the rain with. and if i’m very lucky, the last.

it feels brave to admit. even if it isn’t.