Nothing ever doesn't change, but nothing changes much.
These days it's really hitting home: I'm old. I've had this ancient journal forever; I've lived a hundred little lives; I'm never quite the same, but I haven't really changed that much. I was trying to recall things about my relationships, and I'm so proud and happy to have digital records. I'd forgotten, in all my debates with my hippie, that I've often and always been a little polyamorous, and had I not been mindlessly swept away by Kevin #2, I might have found something very different indeed.
Well, it's 1 in the morning and I have a major paper to write, so maybe I don't make any sense.
Even though I neglect this space a lot, my digital records are still being generated, mostly in the transitory medium of email. I have cleverer things to say when I have an audience, you see. ;-)
Perhaps someday my mind won't be consumed by a career choice which displeases me. Perhaps someday I'll stop making excuses for my mind. Perhaps one day, I won't need to make excuses for my mind at all.
Well, it's 1 in the morning and I have a major paper to write, so maybe I don't make any sense.
Even though I neglect this space a lot, my digital records are still being generated, mostly in the transitory medium of email. I have cleverer things to say when I have an audience, you see. ;-)
Perhaps someday my mind won't be consumed by a career choice which displeases me. Perhaps someday I'll stop making excuses for my mind. Perhaps one day, I won't need to make excuses for my mind at all.