In bed at 2:40 in the morning… Left wondering about how I never expected to see myself travelling for a dragon boat competition.
Sleeping in this room are three other paddlers. New friends I’ve made along the way since I started paddling last year.
Honestly I think I’ve done well. I mean, I usually fret about not being as strong as I want to be when I paddle. But I’m happy because I’ve left the “couch” behind. I’m stepping out… Running… Lifting… Paddling… And the best part is, I’m addicted to it.
So begins my 7 days in Boracay. 😘
This is our life. We have to take ownership of it. Some of us give selflessly because it’s our purpose or it’s for a good cause. Good for those who are like that. Admirable.
But I cannot be the Stepford Wife with a gleaming smile and spotless facade. Living like I’m in fucking Pleasantville. I’m a slut just like the rest. I’m not afraid to admit that because that’s not my shame.
I have a lust for life and a desire to be a better version each day. Learning through new experiences and not by what the rest are doing. I don’t want to be Mr. Predictable, being forced to settle down when I know I’ve just begun.
I don’t even think I’m looking for a new relationship.
I just want to own myself. I want to be able to shop on my own and enjoy meals on my own.