I really wish I wrote more.
The problem isn't that I can't think of what to say, its that I'm unfocused. I start writing about Easter weekend, then I mention that school is almost done, then I start talking about the fact that I have friends graduating and how weird that is, and then I want to mention that this is my first full year as a youth min major and then I think of the summer and what that has to bring...

I have a problem taking life one thing at a time. One day at a time.
Here's what's coming up:
this upcoming week we make the finally decision about whose leading Reach next year (not me, I'm so glad!), and do our final "real" Reach show.
Then next weekend, a sleepover with Drew girls and coming home to see an Enter the Haggis concert.
Next week is the Reach symposium show for the college and then I go to Philadelphia to visit an old friend
May brings graduation, a trip to Quebec and jury duty.
June is Emily's wedding and work. Lots of work.

So, good things for the most part, but I can't just let them happen when they come. I think and plan and try to control and understand everything before it arrives. I like being prepared. Or over-thinking and driving myself mad.
I'm trying to get better about that.