Like, a lot. All the time. I cry so much, its ridiculous. This wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't a recent thing... I never cried before this summer.
My final project in art was based on the book The Spark, which is about cirque du solei. They gave us a box and the quote "We live our lives in a cage, singing the same song day in and day out, but life isn't about living in a cage. Life is about flying." then she told us that the box was our cage and our job was to break free.
SO, I thought about this far more than I should have and realized that nothing holds me back. I have absolutely no reason not to flourish, which means that I am the only