People say my life is stressful, but I don't notice most of the time. I've lived everywhere from Vermont, to Idaho... Wisconsin to North Carolina. My job is in the arts so I have to go where there is work. I moved to Philly almost a year ago and that's the longest I've lived anywhere in the past 6 years. It gives me the stability I crave, but it seems to me a lot of the time that *everything* just won't work out together. I have a great place and job, but my boyfriend just broke up with me. (yesterday :(). About a week ago, I was out of a job but things were going really well with me and the boy and with friends (the one or two I have. I'm not complaining, I like it that way. Then, it won't screw up so fast). Does this make any sense at all?
What helps me out of the rough spots, is to remember that everything happens for a reason, and to just take it one day at a time. Sometimes that's too much... so I just take deep breaths and take it one hour at a time.
"Do whatever brings you deeper into the reality of your life.
Not the life you can have, but the life you've got."