Holy hell is my choice to live an interesting and full life exhausting. Lately I feel like every week counts for a month in terms of lessons, projects and the emotional rollercoaster of emotions. Like knowing myself and growing all the skills and competencies and communication over the years now just allows me to get more shit done faster. Thus taking on more responsibility and stress, wins and fails, connections and heartbreak. The range of space between éclosion and burnout is getting wider, scarier. Watching my friends finding great professional success or ending up in the mental hospital manic. Juggling a multitude of poly relations or life disrupting breakups. My own life right now is torn between some mind blowing and terrifying aspects I’m compartimentalising to push forward. Everything feels uncertain.