Today I'm afraid I don't have much to give you except exposition. See, I've been feeling pensive, which I've actually been trying to resist. But my mind can't stop. And so it chugs along in spite of my basic desire for it not to. "I'm sorry," it says to me, "were you looking to sleep? To think clearly? What about all these other things?" And so it goes.
I've been thinking about people, relationships, relating, first impressions, self-criticism and honesty.
There are strong feelings of, "Do I belong here? Can I keep up?
Am I good enough?"
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