Something about this dark and drizzly day is making me feel melancholic and ready to reflect on what a thoroughly unpredictable year 2019 has been. Also, something about that sentence makes me feel like I’m 16 and about to spend my night reblogging black and white phots on Tumblr to match my ~aesthetic~ but I’m running with it. The truth is, however, that I’m unable to look back on this year favourably when at the moment I’m in such a god-awful place.
I’ve experienced skyscraper highs this year; moments that are so overwhelmingly positive and pure that one small gust of wind could blow me right off the side of a cliff, slipping beneath the wild waves–unfortunately, this has happened. The past few months I’ve been drowning and gasping for air and it’s taken its toll. I’ve felt so inexplicably unhappy that it’s been hard to do, well, anything.
So, I’m ending the year in a weird place. In need of a fresh start, I’ve handed in my notice at my job to give me some space to breathe. I finally feel like I’ve broken free from the current pulling me under and maybe soon I’ll be sitting on the shore admiring the view. I’m not sure what 2020 holds for me, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
PS – Sorry, I don’t know where this sea-related piece came from