pondering how happy I am with my life makes me want to take a risk.
I kind of want to take up what I’ve been told to do for years.
If I just start writing more and obtain a mecca of material, it could be simple.
I think it would be an outlet. A way to make myself more happy. To feel more confidence. Possibly reach the point where I am all around comfortable with myself as a complete person.
The balls it took to talk to Alex. Well, those balls paid off. Why not another ballsy move?