The Wooden Man and His Splintering Self

It’s February already, and that means I’ve been journaling on here for over a year now.
And here I was set in thinking I couldn’t do it. Psh.

(Well, when you’ve had the past year I have, it’s really not that hard I suppose.)

This upcoming year I’m going to focus more on my journey into finding my spirituality.
I know. Kind of a weird shift.
I don’t think I’ll be writing as much poetry from now on. It doesn’t feel as important anymore.

Lots of things don’t seem as important anymore.
But hey. That’s life for you.

I’m in love with living right now.
With religion.
With all the weird shit that makes me who I am.
People.
Naps.
Snuggles.
Smelling things.
Whatever.

I can’t wait until summer hits.
I can’t wait until I get my ass a mile deep in EMT training.
Can’t wait to see if the new girl I met is worth my while.
Can’t wait to see how my mind and heart will develop.
Can’t wait to feel free. To be free.

God, I just can’t wait to feel certain about something.
Accomplished.

To grow.
It’s always my goal.

Luck to myself.
Continued prosperity to everyone else. <3