Overheard this week: "Quitting your job is like telling your friends you don't want to hang out with them anymore."
There's just something odd and painful about it. Even though I know it's the right decision and I'm excited about all of the opportunities knocking on my door, there's still something jarring in all of this. A simmering stew seasoned with regret and failure and nostalgia. I feel like I'm trying to leap from one parallel universe to the next... and while the next one is so tempting and filled with wonderful omens, it's discomforting to think about the old universe just spinning on without me.
Vanity. It unfolds at the oddest times... in what seem like mutually-exclusive moments of self doubt and loathing.
biggest kiss...
...kristen