Things change?

It’s funny how things can change. Not that they change, but the process that it took to get to that change.

What I mean is, I’m often afraid to write down my thoughts because there’s a good chance they’ll be different in a day, month…ten years. No, I mean there’s a good chance they’ll be different and I will wonder how I even said what I said. But will they be so fundamentally different? My current self hopes not. I’m not going to all of a sudden become a person who thinks animal cruelty is okay or –

LIST OF THINGS I WILL NOT BECOME

A murderer…seems obvious?
Advocate for animal cruelty
an astronaut?

Wow. Thinking of things I won’t become is surprisingly hard because the world is big and we have options. Or really not a lot at all depending on who you talk to. I’m rambling.

The original point of this is that I am afraid to write things down because I don’t want to look back and say “wow Morgan, how could you think that?” I want to look back and say “Wow! You told your future self so!” But I guess that would be like predicting the future. And not learning lessons.