We are all on journeys.

Sometimes we don’t know where we are going or why … but we are traveling.  Aimlessly, with laser focus … everything in between.  Traveling along the road of time.

I think about time a lot.

Time is funny and tricky – like an optical illusion.  Fast and slow simultaneously.  I remember when my mother turned forty — she knew everything, she was glamorous and smart and had it all together.  She had the answers to all the questions.  She was everything.

I didn’t feel that way when I turned forty.  I felt like I was still fifteen — unsure and unknowing.  A little lost, a little reckless, a little afraid.  Still trying to figure it out, this adulting thing.  Still looking for answers to unanswerable questions.

Did she feel that way, too?  Probably.  But she never let on.

I feel young and old every day.  Lost and found every day.  I feel like my journey is a lazy drift down a winding river and also, a jump out of a plane.

And I am always, always tired.

Xoxo, g