i just forgave myself for something, and that felt really good.
or maybe i rationalized something, but in either case, i feel better.
i freak out. people who only know me as an acquaintance often think i’m really laid back. i don’t usually freak out in public. but i’m not cool-headed. i freak out all the time. i do usually get over things pretty fast, but the impact on me is stress, and i don’t know qualitatively or quantitatively what the impact is on my relationships with other people who are closer to me. it must be negative.
i hope that one of the things this whole moving to NYC–grad school thing can teach me is how to stop freaking out.Filed in autobiographical | Comments (4)