Fall, spring, summer, winter

I've been feeling less than creative lately, hence the less than frequent blogging. I'm not sure anyone even reads this though, so I'm not sure the lack of spectacularly placed words makes a difference, so I'm not sure...

Old Man Winter is breathing down my neck, and his breath is bitter. Yet again life choices loom large. Stay, go; change here, change there; Montana, Utah; law school, something else. Too many choices. Not sure if they are ever the right ones. Sometimes you wonder if doing things is enough. What if you don't know the right people? What if this is the last time what you do matters, instead of who you do? And all these questions you didn't think you had to answer, all these stupid dogmas and things that are oh-so-wrong with the world. What choice do you make to fix them all? How much of you is here for you, and how much for the rest of the world? Do you eat, pray, and love, or do you command, create, and work? Go to bed at 10 sharp to be up at 5:15, work out, work hard, sleep again, or live life all hours of the night, with no care for the physical needs? But what about the emotional? Is this feeling, this state of soul, coming from the inside or from the cold death of the Earth?

These are things I don't know. These are things I cannot answer, though there is more. These are the things I am not sure of.