What you see is what you get. The island is imaginative enough. Creativity don’t need to be wasted on naming things.

I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.

All that remains is to forge the #commitment. Regardless of how right everything feels, words never last.

Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.

Variety may be the spice of life, but consistency pays the bills.

Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?