How honest can I be on this thing? Pretty damn honest? Cool.
I realized a couple weeks ago, I have the rest of my life to blog. If I want to.
I don't have the rest of my life to be a student, to be passionate about traveling, to go on funny dates, to spend all night in the library with my best friends, to have sleepovers, to drink coffee and diet coke and call it a meal.
To be with these people, and in this place, for the last time.
The blogs I read belong to people who lead lives different than my own. Lives where they get to bake cool things, make cool things, raise their children, decorate their houses, and do cool things with their church. Overuse the word cool, much?
I like them because they're different than what I'm doing.
And what I do recently? It just ain't blog-worthy.
And laugh til your abs hurt-worthy.
It's journal-worthy, for SURE.
And hey, maybe ten years from now I'll turn my journal into a funny blog about the life of a 22-year-old, but until then, composing posts about my days and nights just doesn't make sense.
They're funny and memorable, and sometimes hard. But they're leading to great things.
Great things that I'll blog about someday.