Some days I just want it to be easy – just easier. You know. Not have to come home alone, not have to take care of it all myself. OK honestly every day I want this. Call me selfish.
I know all the stuff I am logically supposed to know:
- I am supposed to be being “ok” on my own
- I am supposed to be “ok” with taking things slow
- I am supposed to be “ok” being on my own
- I am supposed to know that life will work out as it is intended