Monday, May 09, 2011


Right now, the only word I can think of to describe what I'm feeling is "unfinished."

From the pile of dirty laundry separated into respective piles in my un-vaccuumed bedroom floor, to the 10 item checklist with only two crossed off, to the half read book sitting on the coffee table, to the 12 half-written blog posts that haven't been published.  It's easy to look around and see all of the unfinished things that need to be done...completed...wrapped up with a pretty bow.  

It's very uncharacteristic that I would leave so many things incomplete (except for the dirty laundry part).  I like to finish things.  I love having the sense of accomplishment and being able to check one more thing off my Post-It note.  It makes me feel like I'm in control.  

And I guess that's my point.  Right now, I'm totally NOT in control.  

With 25 days left until I get on a plane and head to Africa (and with the impending doom of my 30th birthday lurking around the corner), it's more glaringly obvious than it's been in a very long time that I am indeed, unfinished.  My life is unfinished.  There are so many things I have left to do.  Things to complete.  Things to finish. 

Where to even begin is completely overwhelming.  Tonight, I'll just worry about publishing some of those half written blog posts.  

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