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Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005 10:54 am
Why is it that when I read about things others have done and I have not, I jump to the conclusion that I'm somehow more boring? After all, if I think hard about it, I probably could come up with ten things of my own. (I don't need y'all to come telling me how fascinating my life is; I mean, you can if you want, but it's not necessary.) Would I really have to match *everyone's* most quirky experiences to think of myself as interesting?

I'm also envious of some of the things. Wish I could travel more, wish I had more nifty skills, and DAMN but I miss running and hiking and backpacking. Most of all, I miss being able to think "I could do that some day."
Thursday, February 24th, 2005 04:11 am (UTC)
> Most of all, I miss being able to think "I could do that some day."

Why shouldn't you?
Thursday, February 24th, 2005 10:32 am (UTC)
Because my body is not healthy enough to do things like running, hiking, or backpacking any more. It might not ever be healthy enough again.

I'm rather sad about this. I used to think I had all my life to do the things I enjoyed; now I realize that maybe I only had the first thirty-six years, and those are in the past.