Before I turned 30 I always had this overwhelming fear that once my twenties was over, so was life. Whatever I hadn't accomplished, whatever goals I hadn't checked off- it was too late. Like 30 was this ticking time bomb. Like I would turn the big 3 - 0 and somehow never be capable of... Continue Reading →
In the Moment
I get ahead of myself sometimes. Combing through my to do listrunning like credits on repeatthrough my brainPlanning for this, planning for thatalways moments aheadIn return, leavingthe Now a few momentsbehind...Before its timeLosing the opportunity to experience itKeeping it unfulfilledThe Now is probably angry at me sometimesfor failing to see its stunning existenceignoring its allureThe... Continue Reading →
K.J Stafford 