This year is coming to a close. It went by fast and I am still running around doing the things I need to do.
Nevertheless, I have treasured all my free time to think, to sleep, and to dream. All rooms I reside in are a complete mess. Frankly, I haven't got the chance to be in my favorite aisle of True Value and choose cleaners.
Is it because I am too detail-oriented? I have to care about that last small thing and make them feel included in the grand scheme of things? Or how I felt inmy childhood with my lack of neighborhood friends and I don't know where to fit myself in?
I still don't know. I am still the third wheel, the outsider who changes the dynamics for best friends. always in the middle.
But do I have to fit in??
