I write. At least I try to. I'm still learning and often embarrased of how things turn out.
I edit as a write a lot. Too much.
I listen to music when I want to tune out my surroundings. My life. The things that aren't in front of me. Sometimes it works.
I get scared when I deviate. I worry a lot. I want to be the opposite.
I am a hard worker. I do what I'm told. I envy those who can forge their own path without requiring the approval of others. I want to be one of those people.
I love carelessly. I love that about myself. I get hurt a lot. I get disappointed. I love it.
I wish I could dance or sing or play an instrument or shine like no one else in some wild way.
I create routines to make life more efficient. I do this in my work, my house, my life, my family. I lean on the routines to keep things okay. The flow of a good routine is a reward, but the breakdown is much more fascinating.
I am learning what I want to do when I grow up. I don't think there is a real answer for that question. I want it to keep changing.
My five minutes is up. I'm leaving these here. Quickest blog post ever. Fully formed in under 10 minutes. I like it.