Entry 05

I could have made someone a good wife if only the promise of women's liberation had matured in my time.

There was a time when I knew myself in a way that I let get lost in the glare and dust of showing up everyday where and when I was expected. I was gentle then and full of purpose. I knew. I knew what mattered to me and I had a pretty solid idea about what was important in the world. I knew how to work and how to take a break. I knew how to take care of myself, for the best part, and I knew when I wasn’t doing well.

I’m at a point in my life where I now know time will end when it wants to. I have no control. I know it doesn’t matter. I only feel an urge to pretend I have all the time I’ve wasted back in my pocket to spend more wisely. 

It’s not about regrets; I know I was always there when I chose the path I took in my life. And I’m not blaming anyone for what I did or didn’t get handed to me. I’m just feeling a push from myself to make something to share out of what I know.