100th Post

I’ve been told that I should write more.

I’ve decided that not doing my Spanish homework can really only be justified if I’m blogging.

I’m thinking.

I usually am but I’m concerned and thinking. About nothing in particular, it’s just a mood. I’m reminded daily about the uncertainties by which we live and the fact that we are all mortal. I feel like I’m changing, growing, and impatiently waiting for it to pass.

I feel like I’m reaching for something in the dark, and that it’s close. I just don’t know what.