JuLIE

It's the seventh month of the year.
Seven is my lucky number so i'm feeling pretty confident about it.
I'm feeling very determined and ready for new experiences.
However, with challenges comes anxiety. And today especially, i'm having a hard time just keeping a lid on it.
I really want to just go home because I feel very alone right now.
I'm not sure i'm ready to do this.
This isn't my space. I can't be here alone. I don't feel safe or welcomed.
Why am I somewhere where I feel like I have to hide? That's crazy.
That being said, I generally feel unwelcome at most places so this might just be a me problem.

Also, I don't think I can ever go back to non-touchscreen devices. I feel so weird using a mouse now.

This reminds me of a scene from one of the avengers movies where tony is using the SHIELD computers and he says "How does Fury see any of these screens?" And the assistant replies "... He turns"

I dunno if this will make sense to you but I know what I mean.

Anyway, I just need to keep reminding myself that I have to put myself in scary situations to grow. And ultimately I'll be better than yesterday even if I make a mistake today.

Learning and growing is always the goal. 

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