Yesterday I spent some time reading through all of my previous posts and it's amazing to me how much I feel I have grown since I first began this blog. It's fun to see little images I captured of my mind at different moments in time, and I think keeping this blog has helped me to make sense of all of those divergent moments. Sometimes I wonder why I don't keep it all secret, tucked away in a journal for my eyes only, but I think the accountability of the public nature of this helps me keep my thoughts on a more even keel. If I journaled for only myself I could certainly vent more, but would that be healthy? I think not.

My eclectic assortment of friends has helped me to realize that my odd thoughts are perhaps not as odd as I imagine them to be. Even though most of my friends are older than I, they still have some of the same personal issues I face. I had thought some of the "who am I" and "where am I going" questions would be obsolete as you entered the 5th or 6th decade of life, but instead the questions linger as we change from one stage of life to the next. It seems we are forever becoming and not being.

Also, I am unashamed, though not necessarily proud, of all my various posts. Some of them are more personal than others, but none are false--I own every feeling that I presented. I'm just glad I have grown out of some of them.

The good news is, you can become anything you'd like in this life. And there is plenty of time for just being when we are cold and lifeless. Many fear death and waste their lives worrying over the end. As for me, I want to spend this time becoming what is my fate and enjoying every minute of it, dancing from ear to ear.