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Can we talk? Somewhere not too public, not to private either.
Here is good enough... I have growing pains, it feels like my heart is
breaking. I am getting jammed in the crease, the whelm. I am gasping grasping
too often. So, I have recognised that there is a problem. I have acted on it,
been dealing with it. I am working on it. It being working with myself. I am
actualising things, beautiful simple things with complex innards. My tertiary
education is over, no more collaboration for me at least not in the sense that
I have pursued working with others. I am doing with what I have, very doable.
Hard as fuck. While I am in this unbecoming state of becoming I am finding that
working placates the mind. Everyone and everything seems unreliable. The second
guessing creeps in and replaces thinking twice all to often. As if I pictured a
different life. I have always done my own thing because I don't belong, it has
been good being on the experiential innovative side. (but) Now I feel it, the
not belonging. Nowhere. Seriously. Sleep evades me, tears appear. Its not like
I strive to belong but this alien feeling is tiring. Not my finest hours but it's a productive transition period. (2011-05-07)