I've been dreaming of travel this week. It's something that usually makes me happy but currently makes me sad because I can't do it much these days. I feel bad because I know that my life is really good and that I have a lot to be grateful for, but there's a part of me that wants something more. I don't know what exactly,... just... more.
So I've been trying to catch up on some blog posts lately. I still have about ten posts started that I just haven't taken the time to finish. Sometimes I think that if you don't finish a sentence you start in life, you end up with this "thing" that's just hanging out there -- unfinished business unraveling over time.
After a person has lived her life, she is usually remembered for what she did, and not what she intended to do.