After the age of 25, cells begin to deteriorate at a faster rate than they renew. Basically, you don't start to die until you hit that age. I concur that despite the immense amount of knowledge I've yet to acquire, and all the wisdom I'll never know, I do know a little something.
I'm a sucker for a good set of organizational skills. Like a child, or a dog, I like routines and structure that work like compasses.
Something that really helps me stay efficient even when I don't really feel like it - and especially when I don't know where to begin - is neatly going over my lists. These lists are all found in my trusted bullet journal.
In the few months since I've started my blog, the most asked question I get is "what is it you want to be?". It's a good question. In fact, it's so good that I'm struggling with answering it every day.
When I write, I don't doubt the reason for my existence. I just exist.
But how you're supposed to balance your online life with your offline one is more than I know. That's why following your dreams sucks!
Oh horrendous midnight terror of yore. 'Twas no cup of coffee on my desk, yet the woman writes. Alas! the woman writes.
As I'm sitting down to finally write my first blog post, I'm stumped. There are endless of opportunities, what to write about and how to blog and just in general, how to exist. And I have no idea where to start.
But I can't be the only one.