An old draft that I didn’t publish came into my little blogger client this morning.

I’m going to start over instead of continuing on that.

Continuing on.

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Over.

Done.

No more.

It is done.

The last one just did it for me. I know I shouldn’t have acted the way that I have, but it was just disheartening.

I was actually hopeful for once. I was actually excited for once, the possibility.

But I guess it wasn’t meant to be.

Maybe I just came on too strong, too weird.

Maybe I was just being too much of me and this was all before we met.

Over.

Done.

No more.

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Life is trudging along in the same trajectory that it has always been.

There’s a longing of a change, some kind of change, whether it is big or small, there’s a desire for something different.

I don’t know what it is yet. I haven’t made a choice yet. I’m still weighing my options and thinking things through.

I just need to figure things out.

Is it time?

Relocation?

Where?

Chicago?

Seattle?

Where?

I have a lot of thinking to do.

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