Friends… that’s the missing equation here in NYC. If I could round up my staple friends from the various regions they are scattered within… things would be… [ sigh ].
The missing puzzle piece to this new life I forced upon myself is friends. I’ve made a few here, and as wonderful as they are… they’re not my staples. It takes me forever to open up to people and be comfortable. I miss having people around me that truly love all of me.
I have this friend, her name is Peaches, and she is home, comfort & love wrapped into one beautiful package. We speak as often as we need to… and if we don’t… it’s as though we never skipped a beat. We spent this Saturday together celebrating her birthday and just being us. It’s what I needed to end that shitty ass week. I completely forgot about what I was so frustrated about.
I need my life routine back.
“No Yetti go with the flow!”
Fuck that. Absolutely not, waiting for things to fall into place is what got me into this debacle in the first place. I am a creature of organization and structure. I need structure and stability for my mind to stop spinning. I need to plan out things within my control and execute them accordingly. It brings me a sick joy, don’t ask, you won’t understand.
My commitment to me… has somewhat disappeared since the beginning of summer. The nfgm was put on hold when my world got to stuffy for me to breathe within. I failed myself 😥 . So I’m starting again, with my planner and less people to distract me from myself.
And to make it official [ clears throat ]:
I, Yetti The Great, commit to all things that make me happy, warm and fuzzy inside. I will actively work towards nourishing my mental health and will only acknowledge people, goals, thoughts and events that aid in the happiness of moi. I will focus on what I love, I’ll get back into my gym routine, I’ll make time for those that matter, and I’ll learn to accept my now.
From The Weekend
Our room from this weekend.
The Birthday Girl
Oh, and me !