Love, compromise and knots.

Big words make my head hurt. Jumbled up, coming out wrong. Different. Wrong? I want to quit my job. Again. Is that an(other) example of my lack of commitment or my refusal to compromise on happy? How do you even compromise on happy? Less than happy is sad, right? I almost hate how simple everything is once it's not complicated. I have tangles and knots in my hair* and I'm in this deeper than I thought. Love is precious and absurd and maybe all in my head. Feelings are so weird. Like a song you can't forget or a mosquito that won't quit (don't quit).

*Almost one year natural. :) Growth challenge is so on.