I’m feeling very lowercase today. I’m probably going to change my theme. Again.
I’m currently writing my matric final exams (similar grading system as the IB, if that helps?) and tomorrow is one of my demons: maths. Mathematics. Why is it even a thing? As if a day could be more anxiety ridden. (Ask me again the day before maths paper 2, physics, chemistry, results day..) I feel strange, and I did when I woke up this morning, so this post is just snippets from my day of never-ending stress, in short sentences. That’s all.
And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
You’re growing, but you’re raising yourself.
If you need to get over yourself, you’ll know. Get over yourself.
Things are possible.
love and light,