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I just started back at Skirt and already I am slacking not writing regularly like I would like. It is partly because I have so much to say and so little and it ends up being all wound together in a wad of inexpressible thoughts.

 

I have given up so much and gained so many other things in the past month even year, sometimes I am simply overwhelmed by the magnitude of life. So much to learn, do and grow, so many bridges to cross, windows and doors to open. I was talking with a parent to today at work, and she said her dad always said “honey, you will die with a to-do list, there is no way to get it all done.” Sort of interesting when you think of it that way, maybe it even takes the pressure off, knowing that you won’t ever get it all done.

 

There are days where I feel like I am getting to know stranger and that stranger is myself. For the first time in my life I am figuring out who I am, what I like, and dislike. How to be in different ways, how to face myself in new ways and how to interact with the world in ways that work best of the outcome I want.

 

And then I look around at all you writers here, and wonder why I bother to post, you all have so much to say, you are funny and talented, silly and sometimes deep. You have said so much, do I really need to add to the chatter?