Books with dog-eared pages that are never unfolded
Illustrations left as outlines with splashes of color
Blogs filled with old posts who never meet new ones
Blouses worn once and forgotten about until spring cleaning
Adventures planned yet never embarked on
Hobbies discovered and lost moments later
Journals with scribbles on the first page
Am I a quitter?
No, I’m searching
Searching for that one thing
That one book, adventure or hobby that pulls me in and holds me close
Whispers, “You’ve found me. Stay.”
What if I never find it?
And my life remains
Unresolved, incomplete
Unfinished
