Clueless

Dear Ellen,

It’s a funny thing that every time I sit down to write it’s as if I totally blank out on everything I want to say. For example, I’ve started this entry 3 different times with 3 different topics and I’m still not sure what I am actually going to write about. Maybe uncertainty?

I have a lot of that in my life, mainly when it comes to my sense of self. Who I want to be, what I want to accomplish, how I need to get there. A bunch of small things that make up me as a person. A bunch of questions that most of the time I don’t have an answer to. But that’s most of us right? It’s like when we go to a family reunion, or even a holiday and everyone asks the same boring questions that you make up answers to because you yourself don’t know. I wonder if those questions ever go away.