Flirting in Space

I need a break from trying to outrun myself. It sounds paradoxical, but that’s because it is.

I get ahead of myself in most aspects of my life. I decide firmly before anyone asked me for the verdict.

I decide on whether I’d want to live somewhere, and then proceed to give aggressive reasoning for why not. Rejection of a void is what it is.

When I set a goal I fly straight to step number 12, because I think I can get to it faster than anyone else. It’s almost like being in an escape room and instead of looking at whats right in front of you, you search with elaborate reasoning for an advanced answer. Spoiler alert, it’s not the right one.

I not only need to give myself a break from sprinting, but a soft turnaround in the other direction.

Before I speak with conviction in cementing the future, I should take a step back to not let my momentary determination cloud my path.

In my past, the pattern has always fallen randomly and lead me to places where I was meant to be.

Trying to outrun myself before getting an offer of shelter is futile.