I chalk some of it up to external anxiety, to the complexities of my life that use the vulnerability of travel to shove their way into my subconscious, urging me to lose practicality and preying upon my lack of control.
More than just a job, the ISFP searches for more of an overall calling.
Start paying attention to where your thoughts go when your mind has time to wander. The more you become aware of your own stream of consciousness, the more you can control the negative thoughts that seep in.
You are expected to do all of those things that mostly contradict each other, to be walking down on many different paths at once, while they are all leading in different directions and they are only rarely crossing each other.
Can I be a feminist despite the fact that the job I want does nothing to break stereotypes or further the advancement of women in the workplace?
As is seen in our natural and primitive desire to inspire young ones, we are capable of treating ourselves that way, too, and, with that, I think it’s time I make myself a little pact. Today and from here forward, I am going to become my own parent and my own teacher. I am going to grow and fill the voids like fresh mist.
Thank you for removing yourself from my life and leaving a large, gaping hole that can be filled by someone better.
You might not be able to hug your BFF, but you can send them ugly faces on Snapchat all day long.
You had those weird, ugly, plastic sex bracelets. You did not do any of the sexual things they indicated, but still definitely wore them. And lied to your Mom about what they meant.
Piano remains my secure resort, like a temple for a disillusioned believer, in times of doldrums and uncertainty – but living in a shelter hardly ever tastes of life.