Had a great time in Gainesville last weekend, as always. Been listening to a lot of Chopin today. Feeling very fragment-y. Don't have much else to say. Here are some pictures from Christmas weekend last year, when my brother and I went to Palm Beach.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
On March 19, 2005—almost six years ago—I wrote the following in my blog at the time:
And thinking of that life in the future makes me smile, because one day, it'll come. One day, I'll wake up and be thankful that I have full control over where my life turns and will be able to look forward to new things and new life lessons – every day.
So that day came. Sooner than I anticipated, I'm sure, for my 16-year-old self. But it came, I'm genuinely content, life is mostly great, yadda yadda. Tonight, however, before taking a trip down Memory Lane and reading through old LiveJournal entries, I sat here asking myself if I'm working too much.
A brief perusal of some old school writings indicates that was the case back in the day. Some things never change. But this year, I can feel it.
It's starting to catch up to me.