Thinking

I’m a boring person. I remember when I was younger my entries were so much more fulfilling mentally. Maybe I should stop writing about my day, and start writing about my thoughts of the day.  I’m finding the more I grow up the duller I’m becoming. I’m losing the passion I had for life when I was younger. Maybe its part of becoming a responsible adult. I want a child. Its all I think about, all I dream about. I’ve had dreams that I was holding my child, and it was so real I could feel him breathing. But I’m not going to let it consume me. I will buy a fish tank, and a swimming pool, and live my life like everythings ok. I’ll be happy around people, but on sunny days, when the sun is high and the weather is perfect for tanning my mind is on a child. And my heart fel heavy.

I’m liking work still, which is amazing after a year. Not sure about some of the new people.