Back to work. Not really feelin' Mondays.
Last night, around 4am, I was playing my guitar in the study room. I got to thinking... I'm at peace. Like for one brief moment, I realized I have no problems.
There comes a time where I have to let go of certain people. I guess before, I believed I was the kind of person who would keep all of my relationships alive. But then again. things change, true colors reveal. I can't keep holding on to something that I already feel and am beginning to know is part of the past. Changing old habits, old dreams. I realized there's nothing wrong with that. You should never feel guitly for growing up, letting go and moving on.
Especially knowing who I am. I am quick to notice if things are no longer a part of who I've become (or am becoming).
