How do I feel after a day of doing nothing? It’s not a simple answer.

The older I get, the more I long for the days of my childhood. I wish my own kids could grow up in the world that I grew up in.

I don’t like stepping outside my comfort-zone. The unknown scares me. Yet, there’s this part inside me that wants to be a risk-taker.

How do you focus on one thing when your brain is going in a million directions?

Do most people worry about how they’ll be remembered once they’re gone, or is it just me?

How did I go from being a teenage phone addict to someone who actively avoids phone calls like the plague?

while polling everyone about my proposed blog titles, people starting asking if I was alright…