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.
