i made the mistake of diving into the past today, reading old things written, getting nostalgic, feeling regret pelt me in the heart, missing him, missing you. i am wondering if i will ever learn.
there is so much, too much, that i feel needs work. if i could just be more of this and less of that, i think, then maybe everything would be ok. maybe i would understand.
but that is where i falter. i won’t ever know it all, i can’t ever know it all. i will always be chasing, hoping, fretting. i will always be starting over. i am a work in progress, slippery when wet.