I wish I was somebody’s muse.
Well…since my anxiety has crept back without warning, I figured I just draw some of my thoughts down…Personally I understand that some people truly do not mind reassuring a friend who has self doubt on the brain, but I can’t help having it circle my mind as often as it does. Wish it would stop honestly. It just feels like empty space that I try too hard to fill.
If anyone actually needs to know what goes through my head at all times…
hmmm its a bad feeling to have.. i’m glad I don’t have that anymore.
He’s got me sorted. “Noooope. Pat me more.”
This is my new weirdo friend, Kenny. He’s 6 months old and is easy to pet, tickle and grab if need be. Could use some advice training him. He’s yet to learn how to hop up or how to behave well outside his cage, he seems to prefer sitting on the fan when we let him out for a stretch of his wings. He’s my first bird in a long time, huge commitment, I know… but I’ve trained him thus far from a very bitey, hissy and scared young man and I fell in love.