Haiku for You

I was doing really well to get a post up every day.  I kept at it for nearly three weeks.  But then some distractions came along.  

I rallied though!  I got back to the *dish and got a small set of stories out.  However, that fell off too because then there was a weekend trip to Daegu (post coming). 

And I know how frustrating it is to have a blog you like/love/enjoy so much that you visit it everyday, but then you have to sigh in disappointment when you find they haven't updated or added anything new since the last time you checked only a few hours before this time and ahhh why can't they just keep with it and do their job and post about another outfit or an event from their day so I can be the fly on the wall in their life and know what is going on!! 

Thankfully, my blog has not reached that status.  So I am safe from the possibility of creating that frustration.*  Although, I want to be better at blogging - I do want to blog more regularly and share bits and just keep at it, because more than anything I'm finding it fun.  But the trouble lies in finding something to share. 

I feel I may have mentioned this before, but it's a struggle that is still present - finding stories worthy enough to share from the everyday happenings of my day-to-day life.  

And yes, we could get all philosophical and say that each day is a gift and there are treasure within it and blah blah ponder your great deep thoughts somewhere else because my blog is definitely not the place for them.  

But then last night, as I laid in bed awake, I grabbed a book my parents had given me upon my return to Korea for year two and I read this:

As I get older, / I can hear all my "whens" / Transform into "ifs."

And it really struck me.  I'm getting older.  I have a list of 'whens'.  But I'm not getting out there and doing them.  If I can't come up with regular stories to share on my blog for you to read, what am I doing in my life that I'm allowing it to be so routine, so regular, so uninspiring?  

Are my 'whens' becoming 'ifs'?  Have I reached that point already where I've become comfortable with my surroundings and no longer push for the next move, the next big step, the next big adventure?

Am I at the point of 'ifs'? 

 

This post has gone far from what I meant to be when it was started and perhaps it got a little philosophical, but it was just a thought that was on mind and since I don't have all the pictures from the weekend in Daegu yet, I thought I'd share the noise in my brain while we wait.  

 

 

*I know some of you are avid readers and to you I am very thankful and appreciate all your support