buoyant

Being easy-going is both a lucky blessing and an unsuspecting curse.

A blessing in that not much is inconvenient to me.  Not many things are troublesome or a struggle for me. Not much is bothersome.  I can float whatever current shows up that day, and I will be just fine if that current changes.  Everything has a solution.  I can adapt and overcome literally anything.  I’d prefer to spend my time and energy problem-solving a new trail, than waste my precious time being upset that the original route was destroyed.

A curse in that I find myself typically not having a say in much.  Not many things are curated just the way I’d like them, because it was easier to let a loud mouth have their specific way instead.  I’d rather be mildly inconvenienced than deal with the tantrum of someone who cared much more than I.  A curse in that some days I wake up feeling like I haven’t seen myself in months.  Like I haven’t felt like myself in weeks.  I lost myself countless days ago, because I was so focused on riding the changing waves of those around me, that I drifted too far out to sea.  I can’t tell which direction is East.