Saturday, November 2, 2013

What matters.

I always start new blog entries.

But, I never finish them. I did that again tonight.  Started writing some thoughts of my own--then highlighted. And pressed delete.

It's an odd and reoccurring theme.  It's more difficult to finish a thought than it used to be.  I'm always asking more questions than I am giving thoughts.

Here's the basic gist:

It's November.  2013.   I'm 26 years old.  I wonder if I'm supposed to be more of a person at 26 years old than I am.  Should I be more mature?  Have kids?  Publish something?  Cut my hair?  How am I different than I was ten years ago?  Ten years ago I had long hair, no kids, I thought I was mature but I wasn't.  Am I still like that?

I looked through a blog of someone who died of cancer.  What did she care about on her death bed?  She didn't have hair.  Or kids.  I don't know if she was published or had a stellar job.  What mattered to her moments before her death?



What matters to me?


There.  I finished a blog.