Hustle & Bustle

I used my high school transcript as scratch paper today. I thought that was pretty poetic. 

That transcript used to be so important to me. 

It was essentially how I defined myself: the girl with good grades. It’s how schools defined me, of that I’m positive. 

Now it’s just a piece of paper lying around the house. 

Even now, when I work through my list of things to do, I wonder how much of what I’m doing has value. 

If I died tomorrow, 

Would I die happy? 

That sort of thing. 

Would I leave knowing I did something substantial? 

I bet a lot of people feel that way, but it gets lost in the hustle and bustle of their everyday lives. 

Which has its own sort of beauty, I suppose. 

Like how now, after this short word vomit journal entry, it’s time for me to get back to it. 

Hmm.