settled Insouciant I’m staring at the space below my checklist. Dutifully, I wrote down everything I wanted and everything I needed to do, and I accomplished them all. I have built all that I could imagine, learned more than I every thought possible, and have the most amazing people to support me. Rereading my todos I’m impressed with what I have achieved. I couldn’t ask for anything more. And yet, i stare at the empty space left on the page and wonder. I must have something left to write down because this isn’t right. I’m not settled. I may never be. 221027 what's it to you? who go blather from