Maybe its just the overall commitment of blogging that gets me all fuzzed up.
Each time I say I’m gonna start up writing again - I find a way to make my days boring and insignificant.
But maybe, someone - somewhere, will find my writing amusing…
or just completely f’ing boring.
Do I know where I am going?
Do I know where I want to go?
Do I know where I want to be?
Me when I was about 4. (Taken with instagram)
Eli being Eli. MetLife event a few months back. (Taken with instagram)
Crocheting my life away. (Taken with instagram)