my unchecked zealous idealism shifted to anger; that distracted me from that [zen-like] WeverTF.
I doubt it'll take me as long to find it again though.
but I need to breathe this in.
This is a lesson.
I hate not having that [zen-like] perspective.
and that annoyance will develop an instinct; an impulse control that will stop me from blinding my self with my own self-righteousness.
so yay for that:
the [growth] I see on the horizon.
everyday I laugh a little deeper softer...easier... at the me that resented all that is forming me into what I must become in order to be fulfilled.
Everyday I feel a warm fuzzy smirk at what I thought I needed.
blah, blah; etc.