things are changing. i'm changing. my heart is still broken, but i look at the world with fresh eyes each morning. there's hope in my chest, just bursting at the seams, waiting for the moment. what moment, i don't know. but some moment. my journal is growing, i'm writing things i've never attempted to write before. it's full of achy, but optimistic type-things. maybe it's the time i spend outdoors. maybe it's something else. who knows?
highs: i started a new job. and i think i'm going to like it.
lows: it's not the one i wanted. so, i'm still hoping for the one i want. and i have terrible insomnia. maybe it's the broken heart. there's a lot of maybes in my life right now.