not a single thing

the problem is, i haven't found my calling yet, even at twenty-seven.

nearly everyone i know is great at something; i'm kind of good at some things, but don't excel at a single thing. i'm indecisive about further schooling because i can't narrow down my interests into a specific field. i don't see myself doing any one thing for the rest of my life. it's why i thought i would die early, because i never saw my future self, never dreamed of what my life would be like in the near or distant future. i still can't picture it.

this wasn't a problem ten years ago, but it's becoming a problem now.

on hallmark

often i buy birthday cards and don't send them. the intention is always there, but when it comes to writing in them, i realize too late that i'm not a birthday card sort of person, and i stop myself.

sometimes Roy writes in his blog and i think,

hey, i should write in my blog too.