This past year has been one of instrospection and wandering for me. More like chasing my tail. Not exactly sure where I'll end up. At 19, trying finding one's self is expected, even cute. At 42, not so much. I've tried so many things; not many have gained traction. So I keep wandering - looking for the next thing. But perhaps this is MY time to do this. I've always been so responsible and so darn ... perfect. Maybe it's time to revel in my mistakes, to live it up a little and not worry so much about everything and everyone. I don't know. I. just. don't. know. And maybe that's okay, too.
