Lines of time

On my last post I commented on doodling something, since I felt like doing entries on the blog I thought to myself I should doodle for fun... I didn't, and I don't know how to feel about it: on the one hand I didn't do it because I had something else to do; on the other I know I would like to sit down for a couple of hours every two days or so and follow-up on some things I thought of.

Am I losing the love for it that I had earlier? I have been struggling with the fact that I feel that as I get older things that are really accessible to me, I perceive as though will not. Certain things not to do, places not to go, attitudes not to have, or clothes not to wear. Everything perfectly age appropriate for someone in their 30's. I think it is justifiable, since I know people really don't comment nor care about it, but I'm starting to think that I should let myself grow into this age appropriate lifestyle I want to follow, otherwise I will lose it's authenticity and will wind up backing out.

For now, I have to put my feet on the ground and accept the things I do as part of me. Doodling at my age can be followed with more ambitious paths I think, and hope. I know that, as my mother tells me, we are the ones that set our limits.

Limits that I rather not think about for now.