For the 3rd time I think. There was pink and gold leaves and I forgot the title of the last one... it's been that long. I realize, despite being perceived as timid, I actually like expressing myself. I'm not even sure if my life is interesting enough for people to actually read about what I go through each day, but I'm doing this to get to the point where I know what I'm destined to do... The question never goes away, and I know many of my friends are in the same situation. I guess that's why we understand each other so well. The daily routine, the "s" word that also ends with "s" (it's not what you think), the dragging of the feet every morning, and the dream of actually LOVING what you do. Oh and yes, the dreadful Sunday feeling.
For now, I create a blog.