[asking for things]

I just sent my mom an email asking her to send me my Legos, as well as my favorite bear from childhood, Bear Elver, and his wife, Mistress Mouse. Somehow these had also seemed like impossible requests before. Strange how that works.

I feel like I’ve been running from myself since around 12 years old, and I have only stopped running in the last week. It turns out I’m not such an awful person to spend time with. Maybe I can stop running now. Maybe I can get to know me again without the world collapsing.