Downhill

I’m back from Vegas and that was a good time.

It’s weird; lately every time I go to write a blog post I have to check my actual blog to see what it was I wrote about last.

Maybe because I go too long between writing. Or maybe because there’s no real narrative to my life anymore, at least not a streamlined meaningful one like there used to be…

It used to be I was the newly married girl. I was the girl who moved from Mesa Arizona USA to Southern Alberta Canada and struggled with culture shock and climate shock and other shock. I was the girl who was fighting her way through a bachelor’s degree in English. I was the girl with funny stories. The girl with things to say.

Who am I now?

Five years is too long to be a newlywed. It’s too long to be struggling still with culture shock. I graduated. I have a job. My stories are all work-related or husband-related or church-related, and none of them feel right to write about here.

It feels like there’s nothing to say anymore.

And I get to thinking this kind of thing and suddenly it strikes me: I’M WASHED UP.

My best years are behind me.

I’m a has-been.

Only 25 and my glory days are over.

And the worst part? They weren’t even very glorious.

About Camille

I'm Camille. I have a butt-chin. I live in Canada. I was born in Arizona. I like Diet Dr. Pepper. Hello. You can find me on Twitter @archiveslives, Facebook at facebook.com/archivesofourlives, instagram at ArchivesLives, and elsewhere.
This entry was posted in awesome., blogger finger, failures, looking back, mediocrity. Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Downhill

Comments are closed.