Specialized nature
Yesterday, I was asked a question about whether I write, creatively write, and I realized how I'd forgotten about my beloved livejournal that I started back in high school. It's really a history of my past and probably not so much creative writing (but the closest link to my more artsy side, which is almost nonexistent as I've progressed with my career/education). I think as we all grow older, we begin to become more specialized in certain areas. Mine has probably been in the health field, veterinary medicine and public health, leaving less room for other hobbies.
I was sifting through my belongings last night and realizing how much of what I own are gifts from special people in the past. I've lived in so many places over the last few years, had different relationships, and become friends with people from all over. It's a bit embarrassing counting and thinking about all the times I left and started over again. It's interesting to see though the things I've kept along the way as I don't really own that much because of fear of having to move again. I've been contemplating about life and holding off on applying for anything at this point in fear of losing out on what's more important right now.
I was sifting through my belongings last night and realizing how much of what I own are gifts from special people in the past. I've lived in so many places over the last few years, had different relationships, and become friends with people from all over. It's a bit embarrassing counting and thinking about all the times I left and started over again. It's interesting to see though the things I've kept along the way as I don't really own that much because of fear of having to move again. I've been contemplating about life and holding off on applying for anything at this point in fear of losing out on what's more important right now.