Day 1
I got to an interesting part in my book today that made me reflect on my childhood. I grew up in a very rigid, dry family... You get a job that's good enough to pay the bills, you work hard and then you die. I was never like them and still am not, but I think part of my childishness as an adult (including PMO addiction) has been a rebellion against an adulthood that I think must be dry, boring and without real purpose. That is a false interpretation though, it doesn't have to look like that. I can be purpose driven and integrated! I think that is the highest level of adulthood (or perhaps it's better to frame it as the highest level of growth).
My crush got back from her trip home to Mexico today. It was nice to see her, but I got hit with a big wave of fear. Yet another layer of the onion to unravel when it comes to dealing with women I guess...