Floating somewhere in the lush greenery of the wild, wild We(s)t Coast. No guts, no glory.

Things have felt like a slump lately. It’s been challenging trying to navigate between happiness and security. I don’t know if other people feel this way or it’s just myself but it’s hard to feel motivated sometimes, even just to get out of bed.

There are so many things I want to do and I end up doing nothing and none of them because I feel so overwhelmed with the possibility of everything. It drives me mad. How does anyone stay sane like this?

Aftermath

rise