It's only been in the last month or so that I've focused on Serendipity again. Did I miss it? Honestly, no. I haven't even felt guilty about it.
It's not that I don't want to write, it's just that I don't know what to write. My mind goes blank and I feel empty. I'm learning so much about myself, and I'm even figuring out how to build furniture and drive a car. To some that may be nothing. But to me, that's an achievement. I'm not going to sit here and say things are great, but I'm also not going to sit here and say things have been awful. They've been average.
There are days when I feel independent - when I feel like I can do whatever I want. I tell myself that maybe I one day I could go on holiday on my own for a week or two. I remind myself that my home is nice, fresh and cosy. I tell myself that I'll be alright.
But there are also days when I feel like the world is coming down on me. I feel like the simplest of tasks are enough to make me hide under my duvet for a day or two.
Those are the days I don't like.
But it's also life, and I'm only human. It's okay to feel that way, even if your proudest moment is getting out of bed.
Just take it one day at a time.
