Perhaps we seek for control because we know that as men we should be "free to choose" and "free to screw up" and "free to improve" and free to express.
I have been very out-of-body lately. Floating from one screen to another, letting my mind be pushed a flopped around like a nice wet pancake.
My hands are itching to be useful again. "You need ideas? I mean, pick up a leaf and throw it aimlessly, grab some chalk and leave a wild sexy note for the neighbor to blush at, grab a pencil and draw something beautiful for no reason at all. Create for the sole joy of creating, girl. you can choose to be a creator or a consumer. its up to you bb"
I want to feel
free from anxiety and worry
confident in my body and my opinions
full of joy, life, wonder, and a feeling of freedom
steady in my routines and improvement
