Hard to move, hard to friction

Cannot move easily. Will probably never will. Don’t have this feature. Best thing will be to accept it.

Move as in – go out, meet people, camping, holiday, go out to buy something, fly abroad, move to live in a new city or country.

I can move in my head. I can move in the street when it’s super early before the sun comes up, I can read, I can sit without doing anything for a crazy amount of time.

I don’t want external accountability. Don’t make me. I know after moving I will feel better. I know going out is good for you. I know airing thoughts is also good for you. I know it’s not good to be too much in your own head. When you go out the nature makes you calm, puts things in perspective. Being in motion circulates your blood, moves your muscles. Looking at the sky is calming and beautiful. Being around people that are in good energy is good for you. Being around people that care for you is good. Just talking with a friend can make things better. Changing atmosphere makes you see things you stopped seeing.

Working at doing it makes me tired. I will move very little, at my own pace. You will not understand it, probably I will also not. It is just like that.

Happy?

you aren’t happy now. Maybe you want something to be different, or that you wish a problem or a friction will disappear. You feel it in your body, in your stomach or chest, in your eyes. Energy is low, doing feels heavy on you.

You look back, years, decades – trying to recall a time it was different, it felt different.

You don’t remember, maybe there was a time but memory is vague.

One memory pops – winter, a late weekend night, alone in bed. Probably rain outside. It’s warm inside your blanket. Listening to the radio, a show with good music, that fits a cold winter night. It feels the radio person is talking directly to you. You are not tired, you don’t feel FOMO. You want it to continue forever. You were happy.

When tired meets tired – being mindfully sad

It’s an accident that cannot be avoided.

My definition of feeling well is that my well being is stable, even when I encounter something that can throw me out of balance. It means that you can touch the tip of your comfort zone without your pulse increasing too much. You can receive negative feedback and really listen to it in a constructive way. I can stand in a line, without sweating too much (not sure about this last one. Some lines cannot be crossed). 

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My friend, alone together

I walked home from school. Blue sky. Wind that feels nice on my skin.

Every few steps I touched something that was next to me. A flower, a fence, a tree, a car. The walking and touching helped me rest my mind.

Next to the store I saw few guys from class. They were standing near their bicycles, speaking loudly. I nodded, feeling jealous for not being there, invited, speaking loud and enjoining it. Wanting to be there and not be there at the same time.

When I arrived home I saw my neighbor. She was my age. She had beautiful eyes. We had eye contact many times. But hardly talked. I felt energized after communicating with her with my eyes but I did not know if she felt the same.

The more we exchanged looks without talking, the harder was to just start and talk. How do you start a small talk with all this history.

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