I haven’t had much to say lately.
So, I’ve let the weeds grow up around this space on the web.
Cobwebs are hanging.
Windows are busted.
A good dusting could be in order.
Like any other haunted house at the beginning of November.
It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write more.
But for some reason, words don’t seem to come as easily as a few months ago.
Maybe it’s because I’ve pulled away from friends.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting restless here.
Maybe it’s because I put too much pressure on myself to come up with something worth reading.
Whatever the reason, I don’t like the place I’m in.
I’m trying to find out who I am, really.
I’m trying to find out what my purpose and passion are.
And it’s hard to do that when everyone around you has a certain idea of your identity.
I guess I’ve always been put into a certain kind of mold.
And I’ve never really broken out of that.
Whatever you think I am, to you, that’s what I’ll try to be.
Whether it’s really who I am or not.
Because I can’t bear to disappoint anyone.
I’ve been doing that for so long, that even here at 27 years old, I struggle to know which version of me I really am.
It really seems I should have figured most of this out by the time I got of college.
That’s usually how that works, right?
Am I really some kind of combination of what you all know, or is all of this an act?
What about you?
Do you struggle with knowing who you really are?
or am I the only one?
Peace and love.