Tonight after I published my last post, I was notified that it was my 500th post. A huge milestone. Never have I dreamed I could write so much.
The strange thing though is that I don’t feel I’ve even started. This mind of mine is deep and intense. I feel everything and with great passion. Even with all that, I still feel I am lacking. Lacking personal fulfillment. I haven’t written enough. I haven’t explored, wandered, or adventured enough. I haven’t remembered enough. I haven’t loved or given of myself enough.
So I guess I will continue writing until such a time when I either feel fulfilled or when I simply can no longer put my thoughts and words together.
A milestone. 500 posts. 501 with this one.
If you don’t appreciate my posts, I thank you kindly for at least trying to hear me out. For those of you who have remained with me for all these 500 posts, I thank you with the deepest of gratitude. ♥️
PS I have thought of a title for a book I’d like to write. A title is a good start, don’t you think? Now to find the time….
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