I can’t swim.
I hate diving in soccer and in all sports in general to trick others.
here I am diving into another adventure. There this desire to grow, but fear of what I’ve become I constantly struggle with internally. This time last year I was upset because the world had placed a door in front of me I couldn’t open. Now I’m upset I can’t go through all the doors I’ve managed to open.
I hate making sacrifices.
Experience for time is a fair trade it seems.
So for now, as I begin another journey, I’ll call here home.