I read this concept today, & immediately it hit home. I feel like I’ve been living in a state of flux lately; the list of books I’d like to read keeps growing, but I haven’t finished a book in weeks. My to-do lists are getting things added, but of late it’s rare when something gets taken off. I could go on & on about all the things I haven’t been doing, but the truth remains the same: I’m waiting for something. An event, an occasion, something to signal the start of something big. But why? I’m 26, I have my master’s, I’ve found the love of my life, & I have a pretty clear idea of the things I’d like to accomplish. What could I possibly be waiting for?

Today is September 3. How did that happen? Have I really let another summer; another year slip by without finishing Jonathon Strange & Mr Norrell? Have I still not set-up my etsy shop? Are the posts over here still not tagged correctly? What could I possibly be filling my time with? I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the life I have, but I’m letting time slip by. It’s time to get living; to fill my life with meaningful experiences. Who’s with me?