What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Getting PMs from people with accounts a few hours old makes me wonder.

I think it took me a few weeks before I figured out how to do it. :LOL:
 
Do not DM her. She has a headache!
And... probably don't DM her anyways...

When did PM's change to DM's ? Is it a conspiracy to make some of feel even OLDER!?
 
Right now, I’m thinking about the people I started to connect with here. I miss them, even though I know I slipped into my old pattern of pulling back the moment I felt myself letting someone too close, afraid I’d scare them away. I do that, often. Pull away that is.

Yet, time away from here, as usual, has been healing and specifically grounding in ways I didn’t expect…I’ve had more space for myself….more time for me. For jotting down stories and scraps of thoughts, for letting my mind wander without a single ounce of distraction.

And most of all, walking. Yes, walking. It might sound silly but it’s healing and getting back to it has woken something in me again. Around 16 to 18k steps a day… all before 9am, a stone and a half lighter, my routine finally back in a stable rhythm…I feel like my soul is breathing again.

Yet part of me misses the chaos of being here each and every day….staying up until 1 or 2 a.m., chatting, being turned on, intelligent conversations with sexually stimulating people. laughing…. waking up and checking this place first thing to see if those special few had replied. That wasn’t healthy, I know.

A lot on my mind.
 
Right now, I’m thinking about the people I started to connect with here. I miss them, even though I know I slipped into my old pattern of pulling back the moment I felt myself letting someone too close, afraid I’d scare them away. I do that, often. Pull away that is.

Yet, time away from here, as usual, has been healing and specifically grounding in ways I didn’t expect…I’ve had more space for myself….more time for me. For jotting down stories and scraps of thoughts, for letting my mind wander without a single ounce of distraction.

And most of all, walking. Yes, walking. It might sound silly but it’s healing and getting back to it has woken something in me again. Around 16 to 18k steps a day… all before 9am, a stone and a half lighter, my routine finally back in a stable rhythm…I feel like my soul is breathing again.

Yet part of me misses the chaos of being here each and every day….staying up until 1 or 2 a.m., chatting, being turned on, intelligent conversations with sexually stimulating people. laughing…. waking up and checking this place first thing to see if those special few had replied. That wasn’t healthy, I know.

A lot on my mind.
Breaks are good, everything in moderation, and remember you can't help anyone else if you're not in a good place yourself ❤️
 
"I must die. Must I then die lamenting? I must be put in chains. Must I then also lament? I must go into exile. Does any man then hinder me from going with smiles and cheerfulness and contentment?" - Epictetus

(Contemplating Epictetus as I wind through the afternoon. A wise man. If you're not familiar with it, there is an app called "We Croak" that, once you load it on your phone, will periodically through the day send you various quotes contemplating life, death, and mortality. A post-modern memento mori.)
 
Right now, I’m thinking about the people I started to connect with here. I miss them, even though I know I slipped into my old pattern of pulling back the moment I felt myself letting someone too close, afraid I’d scare them away. I do that, often. Pull away that is.

Yet, time away from here, as usual, has been healing and specifically grounding in ways I didn’t expect…I’ve had more space for myself….more time for me. For jotting down stories and scraps of thoughts, for letting my mind wander without a single ounce of distraction.

And most of all, walking. Yes, walking. It might sound silly but it’s healing and getting back to it has woken something in me again. Around 16 to 18k steps a day… all before 9am, a stone and a half lighter, my routine finally back in a stable rhythm…I feel like my soul is breathing again.

Yet part of me misses the chaos of being here each and every day….staying up until 1 or 2 a.m., chatting, being turned on, intelligent conversations with sexually stimulating people. laughing…. waking up and checking this place first thing to see if those special few had replied. That wasn’t healthy, I know.

A lot on my mind.
Breaks are always good. Even if it causes me to miss you even more. I'm glad you're back though, life never is the same without you in it.

So happy you're feeling fulfilled and that time away from distractions has been worthwhile. Don't be a stranger for too long, but yes to all the breaks you're beautiful self might need.

Missed you Squirtle. ❤️
 
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