Of course, my business didn’t grow much. But my soul didn’t seem to give a damn. The universe always made sure I had money when I needed it, put me in rooms to provide the right opportunities to level the fuck up, and made me look into the mirror until I saw the truth for what it was.
I left pretty much all tracking websites (last.fm, goodreads, letterboxd) and let me tell you, it feels great to not carry a big list of numbers around with me, I’m like a tiny fluffy cloud of indifference floating through existence, broadcasting nothing and just taking it the view.