i don't think i had this.
first time?
how did i even get myself in this?
the course that i wasn't ready to do - perhaps could have pulled it had i had more space. but i didn't think of the cons of doing it. decisional balance. guess it felt / looked shiny and i was lured.
true tho.. worst is struggle and low quality. already worst. still bearable.
the booth that i thought brought no value. it was reconnecting with mum and pop. it was forced resting (and exhausting) a bit and leaning on friends a bit.
Tiff said it well. was homecoming feely. i got this chance to improvise my booth. it was cringe worthy, and it wasn't. it was alright, alright was ok. i had my lesson. i had my blessing. chill man. you could fail. it barely qualified. it's even ok to go through exhaustion. now you know. recovery possible. not yet a trauma I guess, I choose to believe.
maybe the lesson has been:
- social support
- and discerning better what i want and what i don't
- be smarter how i choose
- learn from past experiences, mistakes or not
- inevitable or not, in the past now
what's ahead?
