Why does it seem that we will never grow?
That we will be forever young?
Then one day we wake up and have everything we wished for,
We are here and now and fucking grown,
I truly will be forever young.
Lately I wake up and wonder how I got to this point in my life? I am where I envisioned myself and yet how the hell did I get HERE?
*laughing* I worked really hard to get to this point.
Is it all you dreamed of?
I repeat my mantra constantly,
“you are a viking, you can conquer anything”
I am happy and unhappy at the same time
if that makes any sense at all.
I have made a goals and achieved them.
Being a grown up teaches you that certain goals aren’t what you though they were.
I have a new goal, be happy.
I see my finish line and am an athlete.
I have to breath through the hard time and close my eyes and envision the happy times.
I feel like my tank is nearing empty
and yet somehow I push through.
Think of me and I will think of you.
I fucking love you