Constant change.

I quit smoking.

I play racquetball at least twice a week.

Im riding to San Francisco with three strangers, then back to Portland with three more.

I use disposable cameras.

I blast country music while I take showers.

I know how to make potatoes in about ten different ways.

I plan trips across the world for myself.

I am in denial about how disgustingly messy my bedroom is.

I read like a mad woman.

Looking at myself now, and looking at myself ten months ago, I realize that I am constantly changing. My motives, my actions, my thoughts. Adding new things to my life, getting rid of the old. Endlessly in motion.