it's about 10 min. before i have to pick matt up, on a friday afternoon, and i'm pondering what/who i should be, what i have to do - why can't i just BE? be and be, not having to worry how i don't want to be like, or how others would perceive me as. it seems these days i'm too worried of what not to be...being is short, being is believing, being is being.
i wrote this little journal entry last year, in october!
and if felt right to post it, and it feels the same;
am i growing? yes? no? not really? can't tell?