A Bit of Everything

Sometimes I feel like a walking tug-of-war. One part of me wants a quiet little life, grounded and safe. Another part daydreams about disappearing into the world, without plan, just freedom. I crave real connection, but the second someone gets too close, I feel myself pulling back because it feels is too much. For a long time, I thought I had to choose. That one version was “me” and the other was just confusion. But what if both are real? What if being a little split doesn’t mean I’m broken, it just means i'm a human, and is still trying to figure things out? Maybe I don’t need to fix the contradiction. Maybe I just need to make room for all of it.

• Identity
• Maybe