Eucalyptus pods my mother picked from the tree in front of my apartment.
But, there are things I want to accomplish in this one life. People have their bucket lists, and I have mine too I suppose, though mine could just as easily be stitched on a doll's pillowcase as written down for how simple it is - marriage, family, love. Comfort. Warmth. A sense of peace. I want all of these things, more than I want to have a job I love or publish a book or pay off my loans before I die (though I want these things too.) And sometimes in my weaker moments, my more insecure moments (because, let's face it, we all have them), I sincerely worry that I won't have those things. That, because I don't know the ending, it may not be the ending for which I so truly wish. The ending that I rely upon getting to feel that I have lived my life as best I could.
And then, you know. I tell my friends these things and they tell me I'm great, and I tell my mother these things and she reminds me that I am twenty-six years old and that I will be fine. And then she tells me to get more sleep. Which, clearly, is not entirely unwarranted advice. But that itch to know the ending is still there.
In other news, I had a gigantic brownie at lunch today and I'm going camping for a great friend's birthday this weekend. So there's that. If the point is just to live life as best as I can, then today there is that much at least.
I'll report back on Monday with pictures and stories! Have a great weekend Bloggees.
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