I'm sitting here with my stomach growling at me and I keep thinking I don't know what I want to eat so I'll bear the hunger until I decide on something that I don't mind putting in my mouth. Oddly enough, this has led me to ponder. What do I feed myself?
I'm talking soufully, characteristically, and morally. What do I feed myself? I've realized that I can't go on forever bottling everything up and hoping that one day someone will randomly come by and crack a few open and actually be o.k. with what they might find. I need substance, the kind that sets me free and helps me to grow a few feathers more. I tend to work more than a person my age should, so no real social life here and if I look carefully enough, I realize I'm avoiding the things that bother me. I'm scared to change things in fear of hurting some of the most precious people in my life, so I avoid the conflicts that would ensue and lose out on the little things in life that mean the most.
So I wonder, how do you feed yourself the food that matters most when you've stuffed yourself away?