Be careful

I think I should be more careful with my open confessions. . . hence some editing on here.

I can't stress enough how much I do NOT like cats but how much I love my roommate.

Good conversation is SO priceless-I need more of it in life. I need to be more intentional about it but not just talk for the sake of filling silence.

I miss art. Leaves. The sun. Warmth. Going for walks. Flip flops. Dogs.

PETA contacted me about looking into some neglected animals, but it was in Marion, Iowa not Marion county. I wanted to go. A lot of times I don't think I am much greater than an animal.

I fear writing has lost some of its place in my life, which can be scary. But I don't know what to write.

Letting Mom in on the secret was the best idea yet.

Am not a fan of cats.

Have no energy. Need to eat better and really look into that ballet class.

Thoughts are captivated.
Which I think is ok because I think this person is good.