On accepting things as is.
Do people grow up…or just grow into themselves?
Despite the times I become workaholic-perfectionist when I’m super passionate about something. This inherent laid-back attitude I have is not going anywhere anytime soon, apparently. But fortunately.
Although, I sometimes wonder if it’s (1) courageous faith in the unknown and in myself to handle it aka what happens, happens regardless…ergo in the meantime, let’s enjoy cheesecake! Or (2) fool’s luck, given of course that said self-proclaimed fool has her heart in the right place.
Case-in-point: right now. Three years ago, yours truly decides she wants to move to (northern) west coast after graduation. Why? Umm, because she thinks it’s pretty there. Then one year ago, yours truly makes really northern west coast (i.e. over the border and a quick hop-skip-jump over some waters) her new wish. And why? Uhh, it’s prettier…?
You think I’m joking, but it’s pretty much the truth. Scary, huh?
But I’ve gotta admit it’s pretty damn pretty around here.
