Fearless.

i have found a new haven. a new coffee haven.
just wanted to state that before i talk about how much my stomach is killing me because of the coffee/dairy that is in my system.
but i'm still going to try to talk about what i wanted to talk about.

i'm not one to appreciate change. i honestly have always hated it, because i didn't like what was happening around me. i wasn't comfortable because my world wasn't really mine; it was becoming corrupt and i just despised it all. despising my world meant despising myself.
change is still coming for me.
but instead of shoving it all down, i'm starting to accept it.

i'm evolving.

i am beginning to realize how much i'm changing as a person, and i couldn't believe it but i'm enjoying myself. i like the fact that i am taking chances and that for once i'm listening to myself and myself only.
it's such a freeing feeling. being able to just break out of that comfort zone and spread out to new horizons; new environments. to just be brutally blunt, i'm not taking caution from my actions. i mean, i am in some sort of way, but instead of stopping me from making them, it just pushes me to take the leap even more.
to free fall.

i'm not afraid of the consequences. of how hurt i'll be. of what will crumble around me if i step out of bounds. i don't care.

is this what the word "fearless" comes from?

with love and light,
eve morgan