I've been pretty busy with everything that's going on in my life..
As we get older, we start losing our dreams. I remember even during college years, I had so many hopes and dreams. I do miss those times when I could dream without feeling restricted. Now I think of something I want to do or achieve, I start thinking about all the things why I can't.
I start little projects here and there hoping for the best, and most times I get discouraged. Part of it is probably my personality, but sometimes things just don't go the way we visioned them to be. Reality seems to be a reminder of how unimportant and small I am sometimes. I do know that maybe I'm not persistent enough.. but I have to wonder.. when do you stop trying? When do you know enough is enough? Or do you keep trying even though it is foolish no matter what? If we all could have our dreams come true, there will be a lot more stars and celebrities.. So at what point do we know it's not going to happen? I guess learning to know when to keep going and when to stop is part of growing up. And I probably have a lot more growing up to do then..
Meanwhile, no matter how confused and upset I feel, I have a husband and a dog to help me appreciate little things in life.