My box bedroom can only fit a bed and a wardrobe but it was my whole world. My only personal space to think and dream, to cry and laugh and wait until I became old enough to do all the things I wasn't allowed to do.

Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.

what you don't know, you don't miss

I'm never overwhelmed or under it either; just nicely whelmed. I'm OK. Nothing spectacular but sometimes special. I look in the mirror and see this medium average person. A little tired, a little sad, but not falling apart.

Stop and take your time to notice things and make those things you notice matter.

Nobody can pretend to know what people want to read or hear or see. People rarely know it themselves; they only know it after the fact.

Aim for what u want and the year will all make a sense.