I quit my job in August of 2020 to go full time as an author and I swear to fuck I’ve lived more in those last 4 years than I had in the previous 32 combined. I went from a hopeless lonely single man who hated his body, had one friend in the world, and despised basically everything about himself while unresolved issues ate him apart from the inside to a blissfully happy girlthing with three partners I love, literally dozens of friends who mean the world to me, happy probably three quarters of the time when I look in the mirror, and God it’s not perfect because there’s always room for improvement but I love my life.
My point is it can always get better.
