Sunshine fo ya mind.

It feels good to live in good ol WPG. It's an adjustment and change shakes me up a little, but gradually I'm starting to see the bright side of life again. A few days of some mental pessimismaholics anonymous sessions, some skateboarding, and reorganizing of life, and I think I'll be strutting down the right path again. It's time for me to spread my arms again and fly. Life knocked me down, I got back up, and got tied back down for a minute. But now the only thing holding me back is my racing mind. The solution? Throw my mind on a race track with other minds. Joke. I just need to stop thinking so much. Life is good, life is chill. It's time to stop looking, stop thinking, and start feeling.