The thing I actively forget is that what is up to me in this world is both microscopic and infinite. The only things up to me are the choices I make. And those can be so big that they are terrifying and so small they aren't even noticeable. Nothing, nothing else is up to me.

i haven't written in months. i've been too caught up in life to write about it. 

(not writing about it scares me. i don't want to forget about it. but i have not journal or chronicled anything for months.)

2011 was a year of personal cartography

2012 is a year of personal expedition

i am here and i learn and i love.

and i don't think that is so bad.