Why do I always seem to think of clever little bits to write about while driving? It’s completely the most inappropriate time because I have nothing to write with and it’s completely unsafe. Perhaps I should get a memo recorder and record things as they come to me. Or maybe what I have to say isn’t that important and the fact that I can’t remember it should be reference to just that. I just know that something will happen and my brain will spin this web of words and I will think “I need to remember this moment. “
It’s probably old age.
My life has been dragging along – not without its highs and not without its lows. I am content with what’s been happening. I’m incredibly exhausted from the incredibly full load of classes and work that I’ve taken on. But I feel good about where I’m going and that’s good.
I haven’t anything insightful to reflect on and perhaps I felt like I owed it to someone to post something. It’s part of this self-importance feel I need to fill.
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