There are things I'm trying to work out. Aren't there always things? But, it's like in the last month I see myself from the outside. I am analyzing without meaning to - I see why I felt the way I did about people, my actions, my feelings. It is overwhelming - all this insight that is building up in my chest. While I am generally ridiculously content with my life right now, I cannot help but want to tidy things up, fix them, but I've also learned that if I fret too much, if I take action instead of stirring things around first, tasting them, it just gets a lot messier.